"Mortals ahead."
"I am the Fuxi Squad of the Cosmic Heavenly Court Fifth Combat Squad!"
"Under orders, I am assisting the Pangu Squad in capturing Liu Di. Identify yourself. Those who block our path will be killed without mercy."
Liu Di had just annihilated the black warship squadron named Pangu when another broadcast came from over ten thousand kilometers away.
Another massive squadron, composed of fifty thousand warships, was rapidly approaching.
But they clearly had no grasp of the situation before them.
Nor could they imagine that their advance squad had been turned into metal dust scattered across the sky by a method called Space Folding.
All they knew was that the Pangu Squad's signal had abruptly vanished.
"Pangu."
"Fuxi."
"They're both named after ancient Chinese gods?"
"Do you deserve those names?"
Liu Di remained calm. Then he turned and looked at Duan Aohua inside the Interstellar Guardian Alliance's flagship. "Thank you, Officer Duan, for your protection all this time. I'll take over from here."
Duan Aohua's brow twitched slightly.
It felt as though a new guardian had not arrived before him, but a demon god.
"Oh."
Liu Di turned back again and looked at Duan Aohua through the observation window. "To show my gratitude, the Interstellar Guardian Alliance's enemies—the Rebels of the Southern Star Sector—have just been completely wiped out."
Again?
In Duan Aohua's eyes,
countless diamond-shaped spaces lit up behind Liu Di, like innumerable mirrors displaying all manner of scenes.
The countless rebel fleets hidden throughout every corner of the southern universe had now become clusters of metal dust. Not one was too many, not one was missed.
Duan Aohua stood frozen. In his eyes, the war against the southern rebels should have spanned countless years and cost the blood of innumerable soldiers.
And now,
it was over?