Published: February 13, 2025
“Xiang Cui Su.” The Tarros Red Dwarf holding the binding power cannon looked at the Su Clan member standing on the snowflake-like object and said.
“It’s me.” Xiang Cui Su nodded.
Behind him, numerous Su Clan teams gathered, taking battle stances, while the formation masters began to busy themselves, each laying down their arrays of formations.
“You Su Clan really don’t know how to live and die,” said Mizhao, the commander of the fourth mechanical legion, while his deputy, Ding Bai, stood beside him, the one holding the binding power cannon being Ding Bai.
“Only after we fight will we know if we live or die.”
Xiang Cui Su, the commander-in-chief of the Su Clan in Sijiekaer City, was one of the few combat-oriented strong individuals within the clan, previously kept hidden as a trump card.
Now, due to the impending fate-related racial war, he had been sent here.
Being a trump card naturally came with the strength and pride that accompanied it, explaining the shame and later change of objectives that Xiang Cui Su had expressed at the start of the battle.
Strictly speaking, Xiang Cui Su’s philosophy was closer to Yao Han Su and Huo Zhi, but unfortunately, he belonged to a different faction.
However, that did not affect his immense desire to take down the two peak dwarfs in front of him today.
“You alone won’t be able to do it.”
“I naturally know I can't do it alone; only peers at the peak can contend with each other.”
Xiang Cui Su tilted his head slightly, and the two dwarf commanders looked over, only to see an unremarkable old man bending down, leaning on a wooden stick.
The expressions of the two dwarfs turned grave. The other commander, Mizhao, summoned a pair of colorful gloves—or rather, claws—where the tips of each finger were made of an unknown sharp metallic material.
Another piece of divine level equipment, Ten Color Claws!
No wonder Mizhao immediately brought out his divine level equipment; it was because both he and Ding Bai recognized this Su Clan elder, or rather, the name of this Su Clan elder was well-known among the All Races of the Universe.
Ye Pingsu!
A peak expert who had reached the peak realm long ago and had mastered the use of small arrays of formations.
The seemingly unremarkable stick in his hand was, in fact, a divine level equipment specifically designed and crafted by the ancestors of the Tarros Red Dwarfs for Ye Pingsu, the Witch's Delusion Array Staff!
In the history of the All Races of the Universe, only a few pieces of divine level equipment had been specially designed and successfully manufactured for a single individual.
It was precisely because of Ye Pingsu that other races had not definitively concluded that the Su Clan was weak in close combat.
This peak expert was extremely adept at melee combat, perfectly combining the Su Clan’s formations with close-quarter fighting.
Of course, Ye Pingsu’s abilities did not mean that other Su Clan members could achieve the same results. After all, his perfection was also due to the existence of the Witch's Delusion Array Staff, which other Su Clan members did not possess.
Xiang Cui Su was also skilled at close combat, but he and this elder walked entirely different paths; the former's combat style was more traditional and not much different from other races, while the latter's melee was uniquely characteristic of the Su Clan.
Such a person, such an individual with a glorious record, could not be regarded lightly by Mizhao and Ding Bai.
Mizhao glanced over the Su Clan's ranks and spoke.
“You two can at most hold us off, but your number of warriors is too few, and their quality is poor. It won’t work.”
At that moment, the elderly Ye Pingsu smiled.
“Whether it works or not, we’ll find out after we fight. How about me and you against those two?”
Ye Pingsu was addressing Mizhao.
Mizhao hesitated for a moment, nodded, and flew into the sky. Ye Pingsu did not seem to move much, but his body floated up and followed.
“If your commander thinks formations cannot be arranged in the air, then he’s very mistaken.”