In the void, a humanoid figure was flying ahead, dragging a row of coffins behind him. In this endless emptiness, there was no doubt—it could only be the Great Executive.
The Great Executive flew forward swiftly. Passing through a stretch of nothingness in the void, he suddenly stopped, raised his hand, and waved lightly. A ball of soul energy shot out toward the space ahead.
A long, candle-like silhouette slid out from the empty space, chuckling nervously, "Great Executive, it's me, it's me. Forgive my intrusion."
As he spoke, the North Corona raised his hand and blasted apart the ball of soul energy. The exploding energy spread out in the void like fireworks, and where it passed, vast areas of shadowy figures were revealed.
Dozens of crystal dragons emerged, arranged in neat formation, blocking the hundreds of airships behind them. The sheer scale was like opening the door of a carriage only to find a whole army within.
