Feng Jun's reply was rather unfriendly. Worse still, the directorate officers were all arrogant, battle-hardened elites.
They considered themselves the Federation's true guardians, not even taking the military seriously. After seeing his response, they drove their warships forward without hesitation, despite knowing that he came from an extremely powerful civilization.
Feng Jun did not retreat either. He simply watched them approach. When the warships came within roughly three thousand kilometers of him, they felt this was in the bag and sent another light signal, ordering him to lay down his weapons and surrender with his hands raised.
While transmitting the light signal, the warships launched spherical devices roughly one meter across, each covered in long spikes.
They were not fired at Feng Jun, but into space. More than twenty or thirty were launched. "That should be enough, right?"
These spherical devices were Wormhole Disruptors developed by the Federation, specifically designed to interfere with all manner of warp travel.
They were excellent for sealing off space, but far too vicious. If someone planted these things along a main route, an entire fleet being stranded in space forever would be the least of its worries. More likely, the force of spatial transit would tear it into pieces.
Thus, they were tightly controlled Federation materials, at least two tiers above Life Potions, and they were difficult to manufacture as well. Launching more than twenty or thirty at once just to capture one person was truly... extravagance beyond measure.
Qian Zhong, hidden more than five hundred thousand kilometers away, promptly warned Feng Jun through Divine Sense. "Those spheres contain spatial fluctuations."
Feng Jun's perception of space was even sharper than hers. He replied indifferently, "Thank you for the warning, Great Lord, but I'm not afraid."
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