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The moment the Devourers appeared, the entire battlefield seemed to be covered by a purple cloud. The incredibly dense purple-black venom sprayed towards the enemy's bodies like huge clouds of purple mist. Often, when one of the enemy's manta dragons was hit, the venom would splash everywhere, not only covering the victim but also creating a large area-of-effect attack, affecting the surrounding creatures.

Even more strangely, the venom seemed to possess an indescribable stickiness. It felt as if once hit, it would inevitably stick to the body. Fang Senyan even saw dense green smoke rising from the surface of creatures that came into contact with the sticky liquid! Clearly, their skin was being rapidly corroded.

Three powerful Tyrant Banshee dragons were blocked head-on by twenty-one purple-black giant Devourers! Instantly struck by large amounts of thick, purple-black phlegm, they finally let out agonizing cries and flapped their wings to pounce on their opponents. However, it was clear that even with the Tyrant Banshee dragons' strong defense, they were still being corroded by the disgusting toxic phlegm, dripping wet and appearing extremely wretched.

Although these Devourers were still far from being a match for the Tyrant Banshee dragons in individual combat strength, they were also not as fragile as spore dragons. In particular, their large abdomens, which appeared to be a very obvious weakness, were actually more than three-quarters thick chitinous carapace and solid muscle.

The abdomen, the size of a room, had fragile internal organs that only occupied a space about the size of a refrigerator! This showed how thorough the protection was! Therefore, if the enemy fiercely attacked this "vital point," they would fall right into the Devourer's trap! If the Tyrant Banshee dragons attacked the Devourer's head and chest directly, they could severely injure it in just three strikes. But if the Tyrant Banshee dragons attacked its big belly first, it would take at least five strikes to kill it!

Strangely, as the toxic phlegm piled up on the surface of the Tyrant Banshee dragons, Pandora's dominant creatures, the blessing of Eywa, the Great Mother, seemed to have no effect. One could see "squeaking" smoke emanating from the skins of these three powerful Tyrant Banshee dragons, and their hides were being permeated.

Moreover, they appeared to be exerting a lot more effort when flapping their wings or making movements. The thick liquid accumulated on their surfaces, indirectly binding their movements like glue, sapping their stamina in disguise!

"These Devourers are really powerful!" Black Bro couldn't help but say with a serious expression, "Just in terms of attack, they possess three passive abilities! Area-of-effect attack, continuous stacking corrosion of enemy armor, continuous stacking slowing of enemy attack speed!"

Fang Senyan observed for a while and said, "We should also add high hit points and fast flying speed, but its weaknesses are also very obvious. It should be weak against ground attacks. Because according to its physiological structure, to attack the enemy, it must dive close to the opponent to spray, making it very easy for ground troops to grab it alive."

Reef finally exhaled a long breath of concern and said, "Damn, I didn't expect the Blackthorn Cerebrate to still have such a trump card at this time. In my opinion, being weak against ground attacks isn't necessarily a bad thing; it's scarier to specialize in one area!"

With the Devourers' participation in the battle, the situation in the air immediately turned from danger to safety. The enemy's attack was only one step away from destroying the Mother Nest, even reaching within ten meters of the Mother Nest, but it was like a spent arrow that could not penetrate fine silk, unable to advance an inch. The three Tyrant Banshee dragons exhausted all their strength to kill the twenty or so Devourers blocking their path, only to find that a dozen more Devourers immediately surged up!

By this time, they were covered in the Devourers' purple-black phlegm, and even flapping their wings was extremely laborious. After these three powerful creatures were trapped, the remaining aerial forces were almost slaughtered, in a state of complete disadvantage.

The Zerg's combination of a small number of Devourers, medium-sized spore dragons, and a large number of suicide fliers caused the situation to rapidly tilt towards the Zerg side!

Another ten minutes passed. The three Tyrant Banshee dragons were also very powerful, and they still managed to solve the ten Devourers in front of them by grabbing and biting. What was despairing was that six newly hatched Devourers flew out again. At this time, the three Tyrant Banshee dragons were already covered in wounds, and dealing with these six Devourers alone could be said to be extremely difficult. Even more despairing was that at least hundreds of spore dragons and two or three hundred exploding mosquitoes had also blocked the surrounding area completely!

The remaining aerial forces had been completely annihilated!

In this battle, the Zerg paid a great price but once again defended their home. They actually annihilated the incoming enemies. Their terrifying and tenacious resilience made Fang Senyan and the others, who were watching from the side, couldn't help but feel an indescribable respect in their hearts. The Blackthorn Cerebrate's terrifying battlefield calculation ability was indeed only describable as master-level.

In this situation, the probability of these three Tyrant Banshee dragons surviving was almost zero... However, the pride of the kings prompted them to never bow their heads and never fear. Their eyes still emitted an extremely fierce light. At the same time, they flapped their wings and howled to the sky, determined to shed the last drop of blood on the enemy's bodies!

At this moment, Fang Senyan's heart stirred, and he used the mental connection to say, "Blackthorn Cerebrate! Let them go!"

The Blackthorn Cerebrate hesitated and said, "My friend, these are three very terrifying and powerful creatures. I don't have much Pandora crystal energy stored up. If I let them go, then the next time they come again, my losses will be even greater, and the probability of being unable to withstand the next wave of attacks is high."

Fang Senyan said seriously, "This is a great opportunity to show your sincerity and gain the initiative in negotiations! You have already fully demonstrated your personal strength in front of Eywa, the Great Mother! Now is the time for you to express your goodwill and tell her that you are not the enemy!"

"These three Tyrant Banshee dragons are already scarred, and two of them have suffered irreparable injuries to their legs. The worst possibility is: you let them go, but the negotiations break down, and these guys come back, but they can only exert at most 60% of their strength today. But the benefits of letting them go are much greater! Believe me! You can't always be at odds with a will that can control all the creatures on this planet, at least not now!"

The Blackthorn Cerebrate hesitated for a moment, apparently communicating with the Blackthorn Mother in the depths of its palace, and then controlled the Zerg creatures to make a huge gap, leaving a path for the three Tyrant Banshee dragons to escape. These three proud guys, although unyielding to the death, only felt that way in a desperate situation. Now that the enemy had opened a path, they naturally immediately flapped their scarred wings covered in toxic phlegm and flew away.

The Blackthorn Cerebrate seized the time to continue building organ structures and replenish drones to collect minerals. If there was another wave, then these things had to be prepared. After all, the remaining crystal energy and gas rare mineral energy that it had plundered from that planet were not much.

About ten minutes after the Tyrant Banshee dragons flew away, Fang Senyan suddenly felt a strange feeling. Although there was no wind around, the leaves of the nearby forest began to sway gently, making a rustling sound. Immediately afterward, there were slight rain streaks falling in the sky. He did not know when the clouds in the sky had gathered together in a vortex shape, and the falling rain streaks felt very cool to the touch. There was also a peculiar aura in the air.

Fang Senyan had never smelled this aura in the real world. He had only smelled a similar scent on the grass in front of the Valkyrie transport plane not long ago. That was the aura left after the cargo that attracted the beast tide to besiege the transport plane had evaporated.

At this time, Fang Senyan's heart finally began to beat faster, because he knew that he was about to face the Na'vi's god, the actual ruler of this planet, Eywa, the Great Mother!

Suddenly, on the grass one hundred meters away from the Zerg base, various grass roots, bark, soil, and shrubs gathered together as if they had their own spirituality, forming a Na'vi female statue about five meters tall. Fang Senyan noticed that there were many white filaments mixed in the soil that made up the statue.

This statue seemed to have its own life. It took a few steps forward, as if adapting to this new body. Then, it looked over here. At the same time, without any action, all the creatures here, including Fang Senyan, the three of them, and the Blackthorn Zerg, simultaneously heard a soft but slightly angry voice in their minds. The voice felt as if it resonated with every cell in the body!

"Outsiders! Leave here. You have threatened the species balance of the entire planet.

Avoid this unnecessary killing!"

The Blackthorn Cerebrate's answer was also very direct and concise: "I cannot leave, otherwise I will either die in the drifting space or die under the rule of the brutal Queen. Spirit of the planet, you cannot usurp my right to survive for the sake of a possible threat! Otherwise, I would rather fight you to the death until the last drop of blood is shed!"

Eywa raised her hand and pointed at the Zerg base, "You are too dangerous. If you continue to grow stronger, then I will not be able to stop you!"