Even though a slow spell had been used on Rams previously, the duration would be greatly reduced this time, but it was enough.
Rams was bound by the spiritual grasp, thrown backward, landing in the ashes burned by the shelling of the destructive battleship.
Dust and charred remains covered his face, as he glared at Li Ang with eyes wide open, letting out a hysterical roar.
"You can't win!"
Inside the teleportation gate, a pinpoint of light began to rise slowly.
It was a beacon without any offensive power, merely a magic item transmitting signals, evidently tossed out when he had just leaned in.
Behind one of the teleportation gates stretched out from the body of the Jenoside, a large flying airship slowly sailed into the dimensional rift against the starry backdrop.
