"Watch out! They can merge with the space!"
The injured Greyrock Clan member covered his body and retreated to the side.
Looking closely, large chunks of rock fragments were peeling off from his body, and the wounds showed a strange dissolving state, unable to heal at all.
"D*mn it! On the right!"
The three-eyed alien had just issued a warning when a distorted spatial ripple appeared again on his right side.
Whoosh!
Another Void Clan member appeared, materializing next to a short and stout pan-human alien.
The prism's sharp spike sliced through the air with a cold gleam.
"Pfft!"
Blood splattered.
The stout alien warrior didn't even have time to react before the spike pierced through his lower abdomen.
"Hehe."
A sinister smile appeared at the corner of the stout alien's mouth.
He was from the Urn Tribe.
