On the battlefield where cannon fire and energy beams intertwined, the area around Jeming's command post plunged into an eerie "silence."
This silence didn't mean there was no sound at all.
On the contrary, the area was filled with the muffled thumps of energy shields being struck, the low roars of the Black Giant, and the clicking sounds of the Reaper Race's shell plates rubbing together.
All these sounds mixed together to form the background noise of death.
In Jeming's perception, this area seemed to be precisely cut out.
No matter how intense the surrounding battlefields got, here it was always fifteen against one.
"Damn it!" Jeming gritted his teeth and activated the Talisman Witchcraft behind him once more.
The "Great Light Appearance" composed of tens of thousands of talismans unfolded behind him, the circular array spinning rapidly, and the core's three metal discs shone brightly.
