The fighters flew at incredible speeds, crossing thousands of kilometers in an instant. Amid their high-speed flight and maneuvers, a blood-red streak and dozens of black streaks flashed past one another like lightning. The bursts of laser fire and missiles were brief, but every shot was lethally precise!
Both sides were powerful Force-sensitives. Guided by Force precognition, every movement, turn, and shot seemed casual, yet each contained unimaginable danger!
Darth Malthael frowned slightly, sensing an increasingly intense feeling of discord.
In each instantaneous clash, he could feel Darth Sidious's immensely powerful Dark Side Force. That power, like a Blackhole devouring everything, seemed to be right before him!
Yet what felt wrong to Darth Malthael was that Darth Sidious also seemed to be on the other side of the galaxy.
During the confrontation between the fighters, Darth Malthael did not simply turn people into walking corpses as he had before.
The range his Death Force could extend over was utterly negligible on a cosmic scale. Therefore, in space combat, if the enemy was prepared, they could actually resist his ability to directly turn those inside their warships into walking corpses.
The other method was to use his overwhelmingly powerful Force directly to damage those warships. In this regard, Darth Malthael still needed further training.
In fact, he understood that among the major powerhouses in the Milky Way Galaxy at present, aside from Count Dooku, who had nearly reached his limit, the others—including Darth Sidious, himself, the unborn Luke Skywalker, Darth Vader, and even Darth Krayt, whom he had sent people to Tatooine to find without finding so much as a hair—were all still far from their peaks. These were beings who, in the future, could destroy an entire fleet with a mere stomp of their feet.
They were all still growing.