Tu Xin appeared to have no aura leaking from him, but only Pseudo Eleventh-Order beings who had touched the realm of singularities could understand just how powerful he truly was.
He could already be considered an entirely different kind of creature.
An ordinary false "spiritual Eleventh-Order" being who wielded a singularity was like a low dirt mound before him, facing a towering and boundless mountain. The overwhelming shock of gazing up at a lofty peak struck them head-on.
"Do you see?" he said softly. "Compared to disabled people like you, I am the perfect singularity creature. My entire body is made of singularities. And you are merely incomplete, defective products."
Bang! With a single palm strike, he sent the Zerg Mother Empress flying as easily as swatting a fly, causing every inch of her body to explode.
"Die." Tu Xin narrowed his eyes and pointed a finger. A beam of light shot forth.
"This is—"
Bang!!!!
The Zerg Mother Empress felt as though she had been violently pierced by a true singularity from the universe's Genesis, a true singularity formed by the collapse of a trillion massive stars. She was simply unable to withstand it.
This combat power was far more terrifying than Emperor Lord's just now.
The gap lay in the level of technique.
It was like an elementary school student using addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division against a university student's advanced mathematics. Their data and technical application were simply not on the same level.
"This is ultimate power—the true end."
Tu Xin said coldly, "I spent one hundred million years of the future cultivating in one breath until I reached a level that even in our Future Star Creature Flourishing Age was considered the absolute pinnacle of power—the Weak Twelfth-Order!"
"In the future universe, ten Pseudo Twelfth-Orders stand