Her expression darkened.
Without wasting another moment, she reached into her storage and pulled out a small, rotten piece of wood.
The wood looked ordinary and completely worthless.
But the moment it appeared, the surrounding air distorted slightly.
Without hesitation, she spat onto it.
Then, she crushed it within her palm.
"Dead Oracle: Seventh Decree... Shattering Earth Cracks!"
The moment the wood shattered, her body jerked violently.
Her already pale face turned even whiter, as if all blood had been drained from it. Thin cracks suddenly appeared across her skin, spreading rapidly like fractures on a broken statue.
From those cracks, black liquid began to seep out.
It oozed slowly at first, then more rapidly, carrying a foul aura of death.
At the same time the golden symbol above her flickered.
A strange light pulsed across its surface.
Then cracks started appearing. Fine lines spread across the symbol, mirroring the exact same pattern as the fractures on the captain’s body.
It was as if her damage... was being transferred.
Or reflected.
However, the symbol did not shatter, it merely trembled. This was a direct attack of a Nascent Soul Transformation realm cultivator by using the power of the world.
It could not be broken easily.
Seeing this, the captain’s expression twisted.
It wasn’t enough.
At that moment, the two white-haired clones, who had been blasted away earlier, regained their senses.
The instant the small person returned to the white-haired man’s dantian, their movements resumed without hesitation.
They lunged toward the captain simultaneously.
Their killing intent surged but the captain ignored them completely. Instead, she brought out another item.
A crystal block of ice.