The Rank-1 and Rank-2 of the Moon Court was winning. But the Rank-3 just lost a Fae. This shifted the favor toward the Sun Court significantly.
"We need to finish them off and help the troop!" A Rank-3 Sun Fae shouted.
If the lower ranks finished first, they would face an entire army on their own. If they could kill all their Rank-3 first, they could easily wipe the Moon Army.
'The situation here is very serious, Master.' Aurora communicated to the black cat telepathically.
'It seems I have to speed things up over here.'
Mater controlled his Nether Beam, instead of firing in a straight line, it became a spiral that dug into the Sun Beam, breaking it apart.
"What?!" The Sun General gasped. He never saw such uncanny fly path before.
The Nether Beam deconstructed his Sun Beam and smacked onto him. His golden armor chipped away.
"Damn you!"
