Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

A flicker of surprise flashed across the black-robed man's eyes, like a stone dropped into a calm lake, sending ripples flying. He hadn't expected this seemingly ordinary young man before him to be able to block his Netherworld Will-O-Wisp. After all, this Netherworld Will-O-Wisp was one of his most powerful trump cards, forged from the blood and souls of countless people. Even a psychic of the same rank wouldn't dare take it head-on.

"You're quite good," the black-robed man said. His voice was as hoarse as the rubbing of two rough stones, making it uncomfortable to listen to. His tone was tinged with admiration, like a hunter admiring his prey, full of amusement and playfulness. "But that's as far as you can go."

He raised his hand again, and in his palm was no longer a ball of fire, but a long sword condensed from black energy. The long sword exuded a chilling chill, as if it could freeze everything. A strange black light flowed on the sword, like a venomous snake swimming, making people shudder.

The man in black robe rushed towards Mike with a long sword in his hand. His speed was extremely fast, like a black lightning, cutting through the dead starry sky and coming in front of Mike in an instant.

Mike's pupils shrank sharply. He could feel the terrifying power contained in the longsword, a destructive force capable of devouring everything, as if it came from the abyss of hell, leaving him feeling despair. He didn't dare to take it head-on, and quickly dodged to the side, his body floating lightly in the air like a falling leaf.

The black sword flew past him, leaving a deep wound on his body, like a ferocious centipede crawling on him. Blood instantly stained his clothes red, shockingly, like a blood-red rose blooming in the dark starry sky.

Mike groaned, his body trembling slightly. He could feel his vitality rapidly draining away, like sand in an hourglass, slipping away bit by bit. This longsword was actually able to devour his vitality, like a greedy demon, sucking out his soul.

Mike's heart sank. He knew he couldn't go on like this and had to make a quick decision. He took a deep breath, and the superpowers in his body began to run wildly, roaring inside him like an awakened beast.

A layer of blue light emerged from his body, enveloping him like a suit of armor, shimmering and radiant. This was his psychic ability, enhancing his defense and attack power, protecting him like an indestructible shield.

Mike held a long sword condensed from water energy. A blue light flowed from the sword, like streams flowing, clear and agile. He rushed towards the black-robed man, like a meteor streaking across the sky, with an unstoppable momentum.

The two men instantly engaged in a fierce battle, their fight inextricably linked, like two mad beasts battling each other. Every collision unleashed a terrifying surge of energy. Every exchange between Mike and the black-robed figure generated a powerful surge of energy that shattered the surrounding meteorites, turning them into dust and dissipating into the void.

This star field seemed to have turned into a huge battlefield, filled with the breath of destruction and death, like a huge meat grinder, devouring everything.

Ivan and Damon watched the battle from afar, their hearts filled with worry, like ants on a hot pan, restless and anxious. Their fists clenched tightly, their knuckles white, their palms wet with sweat. They wanted to step forward to help, but Mike stopped them. They knew that with their strength, they could not participate in a battle of this magnitude and would only become a burden to Mike.

They could only watch from the sidelines and pray for Mike, hoping that he would return safely.

Time ticked by like a relentless river, washing away everything. The battle between Mike and the black-robed figure reached a fever pitch, like two blazing flames, each one burning ever more fiercely. Both men were seriously wounded, their bodies covered in scars, like a tattered garment. Yet, neither showed any sign of retreat, their eyes filled with determination and resolve.

"Cough, cough..." Admiral Mike coughed violently, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. It was shocking, like a withered rose, devoid of its former brilliance. His sharp blue eyes stared fixedly ahead, gleaming with an unprecedented solemnity, like two cold stars, shining in the darkness.

This is the enemy's lair. He must fight quickly and decisively and cannot delay any longer, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

"This can't go on..." Admiral Mike muttered to himself, his voice low and hoarse, like the growl of a wounded beast. His eyes gradually became deep, like a bottomless ocean, containing endless power.

The supernatural energy within him surged wildly once more, gushing out like a volcanic eruption. The fiery energy coursed through his body, causing him to experience waves of burning pain. His slender legs began to undergo a strange transformation: flesh and blood mingled, bones reorganized, and gradually merged, eventually transforming into a massive golden fish tail. It gently swayed in the air, gleaming with golden light, like a fine work of art.

"Admiral Mike, are you going to use your beast form so soon? I haven't even started yet."

The frivolous voice echoed in the empty battlefield, with a hint of provocation.

Mike wasn't surprised at all that the other party had called out his name so accurately; it was all within his expectations. After all, this operation wasn't a secret to begin with, and it would be strange if the other party, a local tyrant in this star region, didn't even have this much intelligence.

Mike didn't bother to pay attention to the enemy's ridicule. A cold light flashed in his sharp blue eyes, and he locked his eyes tightly on the enemy like a hawk before hunting.

Mike is a rare triple-ability user: spiritual, water, and mutated fire. These three abilities complement each other, creating astonishing power. Furthermore, he possesses a powerful Flame Clan bloodline, and once transformed into a beast, his combat power increases exponentially.

The mental power spread silently, like an invisible net, enveloping the enemy, interfering with his judgment, making his every move seem to be stuck in a quagmire, becoming slow and clumsy.

At the same time, Mike's massive golden fishtail, with overwhelming force, slammed down on the enemy. Wherever the tail passed, space seemed to be torn apart, emitting bursts of piercing sonic booms that made people's hearts palpitate.

After a few rounds, Mike quickly gained the upper hand.

Admiral Mike's eyes were filled with fanatical fighting spirit, as if he was an awakened ancient beast. His blood was boiling, every cell was clamoring for battle, every pore was dilated, and he greedily breathed in the air filled with smoke and blood.

The battlefield is his true home.

"hateful!"

The black-robed man roared, his voice filled with resentment and anger, like a trapped beast in a corner, making its last struggle. He knew he couldn't go on like this, he had to get out as soon as possible, otherwise he might really die here today.

The black-robed man's eyes kept changing, flickering like a revolving lantern. He made a feint, forced Mike back, then turned and ran. He was so fast that he was like a flash of lightning and instantly disappeared in the vast sea of ​​stars.

"Want to run? Not so easy!" Mike sneered, his voice filled with disdain and mockery. His massive golden fishtail swung violently in the air, like a giant fan, stirring up a gust of wind that propelled his body forward, his speed even faster than that of the man in black robes.

He was about to activate his supernatural powers, his body as nimble as a cheetah, preparing to chase the fleeing shadow. Suddenly, a thick wall of ice rose from the ground, like a silver waterfall falling from the sky, or like the backbone of an ancient beast, and it abruptly stood between the black-robed man and Michael, completely blocking the black-robed man's path.

The ice wall was crystal clear, like a giant crystal. Illuminated by the starlight, it refracted a dazzling light, gleaming like countless diamonds, dazzling the eyes. However, beneath this beautiful exterior lay a terrifying energy. The icy aura seemed to freeze even the soul, leaving one shuddering with fear.

"Who?!"

The black-robed figure, filled with shock and rage, spun around abruptly, letting out a desperate roar like a cornered beast. His eyes were filled with vigilance and uneasiness, and like a frightened rabbit, he darted around, trying to identify the enemy hiding in the shadows. His gaze, sharp as an eagle's, scanned every inch of space.

"This is..." Mike was stunned. He could sense that this ice wall contained a terrifying ice power. The chill was stronger and purer than any ice power he had ever seen. The person who constructed this ice wall must have unfathomable strength, far beyond his comprehension.

The black-robed man stared at the ice wall in horror. The chill emanating from it sent shockwaves through his heart, as if the Grim Reaper's scythe were already at his neck. He could sense that the owner of this ice wall was far more powerful than he was. Today, he was doomed. He had to escape quickly, or the consequences would be disastrous.

"Who are you anyway?" the black-robed man asked sternly, his voice trembling slightly as he tried to hide his inner fear with words. He was like a bluffing paper tiger, strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

"The one who wants you dead." A cold voice sounded, carrying a sense of detachment from the mundane world, like the snow lotus on the peak of Kunlun Mountain, cold and aloof, only to be admired from afar, not to be desecrated. It was also like the icy spring in a thousand-year-old pond, icy and piercing, without a trace of worldly air.

Xingyu, Xuanqi and Luo Xi walked slowly towards them. Their pace was neither fast nor slow, but it carried with it an indescribable sense of oppression, like three huge mountains, slowly pressing towards the man in black robe.

Xingyu, dressed in white garb, was pure and magnificent, like a god from myth. His white hair moved without a breeze, like strands of silver ribbons dancing in the air. His amber pupils held no trace of emotion, like a block of frozen ice, cold and ruthless, keeping everyone at arm's length.

Xuanqi, clad in a black spiel, looked magnificent and mysterious, like a king in the night. His white hair was tied up high, revealing a smooth forehead and a resolute chin. His bronze skin, illuminated by the starlight, radiated a healthy glow, imbued with a sense of strength. He resembled a cheetah poised for action, his muscles taut and his eyes piercing, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment.

Rosie, dressed in a long dress, looked elegant and calm, like a fairy who had strayed into the mortal world. She stood beside the two men, her beautiful face shone with a certain indifference, like a quietly blooming white lotus, untainted by dust.

Rosie took a deep breath, her eyes growing firmer. She was no longer the weakling who would only hide behind her partner. After this period of hardship, she had grown and become stronger. Now, she was able to fight alongside them. She wanted to be a helper, not a burden.

The black-robed man looked at the three people before him, a surge of unease welling up within him, like prey caught by a venomous snake, his hair standing on end. Each of these three men gave him a sense of unfathomable depth, like three insurmountable mountains, filling him with waves of despair. The white-haired man's aura in particular sent a wave of palpitations through the black-robed man's heart, a fear that emanated from the depths of his soul, uncontrollable and inescapable.

"Holy Female..." The man in black robe muttered to himself, his eyes full of fear. He finally realized that he had hit a wall this time.

"You don't need to know who we are," Xingyu's voice was still cold, like ice that hadn't melted for ten thousand years, without a trace of emotion, "You just need to know that you can't leave today."

Before he finished speaking, Xingyu gently raised his hand, and the ice wall, which had been standing silently, suddenly came alive, as if possessed of life. Dense cracks began to appear on the surface of the ice wall, spreading rapidly like a spider web. Then, countless sharp ice cones burst out from the wall, pouring down towards the black-robed figure like a torrential rain, so dense that it blocked out the sky and the sun.

Each ice cone contained a terrifying coldness. Wherever it passed, even the air seemed to be frozen, making a "cracking" sound.

"No!" The black-robed man let out a desperate roar, like a beast cornered, letting out its final wail. He desperately urged his inner powers to resist the overwhelming attack, but a black energy shield instantly enveloped him.

However, it was too late. The speed of the icicles was so fast that he had no time to react and could only watch them coming towards him.

In just a moment, countless ice cones penetrated his energy shield, penetrated his body, and nailed him to the ground like a prisoner nailed to a cross.

Blood gushed out from the wound, dyeing the starry sky red, like a bunch of blooming blood-red roses, enchanting and strange.

"Don't be so complacent..." The black-robed man spoke with difficulty, his voice filled with resentment, like a dying venomous snake, uttering a final curse, "Saint Female, sooner or later you will belong to that master..."