"We won't move. If we do, you'll disrupt our formation!"

Zhang Hanxiang's face was as cold as sleet. "Scram."

Using the whirling violet lasers and the black spirits all around them as an excuse, the aliens refused to make way for the draconian forces. "There are purple lasers all around us, and black spirits that haven't been dealt with! How do you expect us to make space for you now?"

The flashing purple lasers meant that no one wanted to fight with the black spirits at the moment. Both sides were cutting their losses; the only ones still fighting without care or regard for their lives were the gray monstrosities. They...