The Tengshe drew an arc through space, giving chase to the fleeing battleship.
Seeming to sense the danger of the Tengshe, the moment it entered radar range, the muzzles of the rebel battleship swung around to lock onto the pursuing psionic warship.
Zizhi—!
High-energy laser beams lanced out. The advantage of this energy weapon lay in its speed of light, leaving almost no time to dodge, but for a psionicist, it only took being a fraction faster than the gunner.
Dozens of laser beams were evaded in succession, and the Tengshe rapidly closed the distance as a long-brewed spacetime shockwave detonated like a tidal wave, striking the battleship.
Weighing tens of millions of tons, the warship rocked under the bombardment of the gravitational tide like a sea vessel tossed in the waves, forcefully shoved over a hundred miles away before finally relying on its engines and mass to come to a halt and resume its flight toward deep space.
By then, the Tengshe had nimbly pivoted its hull, advancing to the stern of the battleship. Daring not use its main guns, it fired a single small electromagnetic turret, and an arm-thick projectile struck the rear engines with pinpoint precision. Amidst a splatter of energy, the behemoth lost power
and coasted through space on momentum alone.
At this point, the entire rebel fleet had already been destroyed. Aside from five or six starships that saw the writing on the wall and surrendered, only vast fields of shattered hull armor remained on the battlefield.
"Surrender, or face certain death!" Lin Zhichen stood within the command cabin of the Tengshe, sending a communication urging the enemy ship to surrender.
Yet the massive battleship offered no response whatsoever, its hull turrets merely rotating as they tried to lock onto the Tengshe's position.
Clearly, the