Chen Du's showdown with the Kema People draws the world's attention

The projection reappeared in the sky, its enormous phantom covering half the firmament.

The Kema People's pale face hung high in the sky, looking down at Chen Du standing amidst the ruins, a smug arrogance playing on his lips.

"Chen Du." The voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth, "You've finally stopped being a coward! You killed my people, slaughtered my vanguard, and destroyed my War Behemoths. This debt should be settled today."

Chen Du raised his head and looked at the projection, his face expressionless.

His voice wasn't loud, "It's always you who hunt me down or make me your servant. When have you ever given me another choice?"

The Kema People sneered, "The weak don't deserve to choose. It's a miracle you, a native, have survived this long. But the miracle ends here."

The phantom leaned forward slightly, its voice filled with undisguised killing intent, "You think you've won by killing that behemoth? That was just livestock we casually tossed out. We have plenty of things stronger than it on our ships."

"How long have you been rising to prominence? No matter how talented you are, it's impossible for you to reach the Ninth Tier rank in such a short time. And we have more than one."

These words immediately dampened the spirits of the humans on Blue Star who had just been cheering.

In the United Nations conference room, the joy on the faces of the representatives from various countries had not yet faded before it was replaced by worry again.

They certainly hoped Chen Du would win, but the Kema People were right.

That behemoth was only at the Eighth Stage, while there were even stronger beings inside the starship.

No matter how strong Chen Du is, he is still just one person, a lone traveler who has been cultivating for less than a year.

How could he possibly cross that insurmountable barrier in such a short time?

Zhou Weiyong, director of the Xia Kingdom's Spiritual Qi Revival Administration, stood in front of the screen, his fists clenched tightly.

His staff officer whispered, "Chief, he's come back at the wrong time. If humanity really couldn't be saved, at least if he went into hiding, there would still be hope for revival in the future. But now..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.

Chen Du's appearance was tantamount to exposing himself to the guns of the Kema People.

If he dies, humanity will be completely without fire.

But Chen Du didn't seem to have thought about any of that.

The Kema People projection continued with a cold laugh, "No matter what you say, you are doomed to die today."

In an instant, the eyes of the entire world were focused on the same place.

Satellites, drones, high-altitude probes—every available means were aimed at that sky.

The world leaders held their breath, staring motionless at the screen.

Ordinary people even put down their work and looked up at the sky.

Some people knelt on the ground with their hands clasped together, some held their children and hid behind the window to peek out, and some clenched their fists so tightly that their nails dug into their palms.

Everyone was praying.

Chen Du cannot afford to lose. If he loses, everything will be over.

At the same time, countries around the world made almost identical responses.

The Lighthouse Nation deployed three large transport planes, which flew over the city with a huge red banner that read, "Leave quickly, don't fight."

In the Xia Kingdom, the Spiritual Qi Revival Administration urgently dispatched two helicopters, repeatedly broadcasting through loudspeakers towards Mount Tai: "Comrade Chen Du, please evacuate immediately. The enemy's strength far exceeds expectations. Do not make unnecessary sacrifices."

The United Nations also activated its emergency channel, broadcasting simultaneously to the world in dozens of languages, including Chinese, English, French, and Russian: "Mr. Chen Du, please remain calm, avoid direct conflict, preserve the flame, and humanity still has hope."

Even Xiaokui had been watching from a distance, huddled against his shoulder, lowering her voice with an unprecedented urgency. "Chen Du, they're right. You can still leave now. As long as you're here, humanity still has hope. If you die, then everything will truly be gone."

Chen Du didn't speak. He looked up at the projection in the sky. The Kema People's faces were arrogant and indifferent, as if they were looking at an ant about to be crushed.

He looked down again at the still-smoking city ruins in the distance, and at the survivors hiding behind the rubble.

Some people were holding children, some were kneeling on the ground, and some had tears in their eyes but were biting their lips tightly.

He took a deep breath and said to Xiaokui, "Go away."

Then he looked up at the projection, ignoring all the messages urging him to leave, and responding to no anxious shouts.

He simply stood there, showing no sign of backing down.

The scene shifts to the interior of the Koma Starship.

The captain stood in front of the command platform, looking at the lone figure standing amidst the ruins on the screen, and a slow smile spread across his face.

The previous solemnity vanished, replaced by the exhilaration of a hunter seeing his prey finally emerge from its burrow.

He turned his head and nodded slightly to a tall Kema People behind him, covered entirely in dark silver armor. "Go. Take ten men, don't hold back."

The Ninth Tier warrior bowed and accepted the order.

He turned and walked out of the command center, followed by ten figures also clad in heavy armor.

Eleven people flew out of the hatch in the belly of the starship and fell towards the surface of the Blue Star like eleven shooting stars.

As they passed through the atmosphere, their armor rubbed violently against the air, leaving eleven blinding streaks of fire that tore the sky into pieces.

In the blink of an eye, eleven people arrived.

They hovered in mid-air around Chen Du, surrounding that tiny figure in the center.

The Ninth Tier warriors led the way, with ten Eighth Stage warriors positioned on either side. Their terrifying pressure was released simultaneously, like eleven invisible mountains descending from the sky, causing the air within a radius of dozens of miles to freeze.

The pebbles on the ground were pressed down and sank, and the trees in the distance all bent over.

In the monitoring hall of the Spiritual Qi Revival Administration, alarms blared incessantly.

The technician stared intently at the data flashing on the screen, his voice trembling. "High-intensity energy reactions detected, eleven in total! The highest one... has broken through the lower limit of the Ninth Tier! The remaining ten are all above the Eighth Stage! Repeat, one at the Ninth Tier and ten at the Eighth Stage!"

Zhou Weiyong jumped up and grabbed the communicator. "Quick! All channels, emergency broadcast! Tell Chen Du to evacuate! Evacuate immediately!"

Almost simultaneously, this message flooded screens, radio broadcasts, and mobile push notifications around the world.

Those eleven figures suspended in mid-air were captured clearly by satellite and the images were transmitted to every corner of the world.

Everyone saw the scene: Chen Du stood alone on the ground, with eleven terrifying beings from the starship above him, like a flock of eagles surrounding a lone bird.

The number of comments from many viewers suddenly dwindled, and then the chat went completely silent.

After a few seconds of silence, someone finally typed. "How... how do we even type this?"

Then came another line. "It's over."

Then came another line. "It's really over."

Countless people put down their phones, covered their mouths, and silently shed tears.

In the command centers of various countries, the commanders all looked ashen-faced.

Even the president of the Lighthouse Nation closed his eyes and murmured, "God bless him... but even God probably can't help him now."