An Immortal Sovereign Late Stage Bizarre Immortal Sovereign was completely annihilated just like that.
The entire venue fell silent.
Everyone stared at Su Ming's back, their eyes filled with awe.
He had slain an Immortal Sovereign in a single move.
This was Su Ming's strength.
This was the terror of Void Power.
Su Ming withdrew his hand, his expression calm, as though he had merely done something insignificant.
Yet only he knew that the strike had aggravated the injuries within his body.
The voiding of his left arm worsened again, and even the spatial barrier seemed faintly hot.
Without betraying a hint of it, he tucked his left hand behind his back and looked at everyone.
"Clean up the battlefield."
"Count the casualties and collect the spoils."
"At dawn tomorrow, we strike the Bizarre Immortal Sovereigns' core stronghold."
His voice was not loud, yet it carried an unquestionable authority.
"Yes!"
Everyone answered in unison, their voices resounding and their morale soaring.
A nighttime raid ended in a sweeping victory for the alliance.
Not only had they wiped out every invading Bizarre Immortal Sovereign, but they had also exposed the traitor hidden among them and obtained complete intelligence on the stronghold.
After this battle, everyone in the alliance was utterly convinced by Su Ming.
No one questioned his abilities any longer, nor did anyone question his decisions.
Su Ming stood in the center of the square, gazing into the distant night.
A cold glint flashed through his dark gray pupils.
This was only the beginning.
He would clear out the Bizarre Immortal Sovereigns of the Falling Star Starfield one by one, every last one of them.
The night wind swept past, stirring his black robe.
Within his sleeve, the transparent, voided quality of his left hand became increasingly apparent.
Su Ming