Chu Fei had finished his battle, while the dragon-headed ship that had broken away from the fleet had only just reached the halfway point.
The ship was already extremely fast. The distance from the fleet to the Dragon Race was over twelve million kilometers; even at light speed, it would take more than forty seconds.
Chu Fei's battle had taken over thirty seconds—though the actual fighting had lasted less than a second. Most of the time had been spent traveling.
At this moment, the ship was moving by "skipping stones." It rode spatial ripples, flashing forward again and again. Each flash covered tens of thousands of kilometers, giving it an overall speed of roughly 0.7 times light speed.
For such a short distance, the ship's propulsion system was only running at around one-tenth capacity. Twelve million kilometers was an astronomical figure to ordinary people, but with current spacecraft technology, it was little more than visiting a neighbor. The distance was not even enough for proper acceleration.
Chu Fei waited quietly in the void. Dao Lord Wang Heng had been released by Chu Fei, but before leaving, Chu Fei had left him a little gift—a Meme Technology invasion. Disobey, and he could be crushed to death at any moment.
Dao Lord Wang Heng had also left behind a gift. His Little Hammer had been confiscated by Chu Fei. This Quasi-Saint supreme treasure had become Chu Fei's spoils of war.
The representative of the War God Pantheon had also returned. However, cold sweat was only now breaking out across his back. He then looked in Jade Heng Dao Lord's direction, his gaze unfriendly.
When Jade Heng Dao Lord had attacked Chu Fei just now, he had not cared in the slightest whether the representative lived or died. It was Chu Fei who