From high above.
On the surface of Proxima b, countless densely packed black dots converged. They were Proxima Centaurians holding spears. Their numbers grew from hundreds to thousands, then slowly rose to over ten thousand.
They surrounded the Tian Jue Hao and Liu Di's group so tightly that not even water could pass through.
Like countless ants surrounding an elephant.
To Liu Di, it also looked like they had accidentally entered the territory of Earth's indigenous people and were being driven out by a united local population.
Only, these natives were glaring furiously with their single enormous purple eyes.
"Comrades!"
"It's all a misunderstanding!"
"Stay calm!"
Kun Sang, with his white face, waved his arms around and desperately tried to convey what he meant.
But to the Proxima Centaurians, his shouting was completely incomprehensible.
"These aliens seem different from the ones before."
"But their spaceship is the same!"
"They're all bad news!"
"Look at that white-faced creature. It's the most restless one. It might be some brutal general. Take it out first—hit it!"
The Proxima Centaurians discussed among themselves, fixing their gazes on Kun Sang.
But aside from Liu Di, no one could understand their language. To everyone else, the language of Proxima b sounded like water bubbling away in a kettle.
Kun Sang froze slightly. "Why are they all staring at me?"
Liu Di was somewhat helpless.
Why did so many people enjoy beating up Kun Sang?
"Charge!"
"Protect the glory of our ancestors!"
A group of Proxima b people raised their spears and smashed them down at Kun Sang!
Kun Sang's helmet was struck like a drumskin. Amid the flurry of blows, his eyes widened.
The scene descended into chaos.
"Everyone, this is a misunderstanding. We mean no harm."
A deep voice came from Liu Di's mouth, and