"Hahahaha, trying to run? Too late!"
Babata laughed wildly and leaped alone into Blue Star's defensive formation, ignoring all bullets, cannons, and lasers as he flew straight toward Jiang Yan.
"Not good! Stop him!"
The others were horrified. Babata's strength was far too monstrous; killing Jiang Yan would be as easy as turning over his hand. Only Martial Saint-level existences like them had any chance of holding him back.
The starry river exploded with a boom, countless meteors rolling and scattering. Babata sent the female Martial Saint who came to stop him flying with one hand, while his other enormous palm was about to cover Jiang Yan's head.
War was this cruel. No one had expected Babata to suddenly fly into a rage and attack at the slightest disagreement.
His palm slammed down, stirring up a commotion like mountains roaring and seas howling.
The people watched Jiang Yan be pressed beneath his hand, their eyes splitting with rage and their hearts turning to ash.
Amid the deathly silence, a piercing sound of a sharp weapon slicing through flesh rang out. A butcher's blade, vast as a heavenly chasm, rose to prop up the sky.
At that instant, Babata let out a pained howl. Even with his fortitude, the agony of flesh being torn apart was unbearable.
He hurriedly raised his hand, only to see the man who had just been pinned beneath his palm soar into the sky completely unscathed.
"Abyssal Thunder Annihilation Slash!"
Screech—
The enormous palm, hundreds of meters long, was shredded by the thunder blade. A blood-red flower bud bloomed across the starry vault, and everyone's vision turned crimson.
"It's Jiang Yan! He's still alive!"
"Jiang Yan survived Babata's palm strike!"
The soldiers who had snapped out of it hurried over, only to hear Jiang Yan's voice