A transparent sphere appeared before Wang Qi, reflecting the nightmare starry sky surrounded by Silent Immortals.
Ordinary cultivators could move by making use of the minute spatial distortions naturally present in this universe.
But now, Wang Qi could twist space himself and create long-range spatial gates.
Faster-than-light movement that did not violate causality.
The next moment, Wang Qi appeared on the front lines of the battlefield.
Before him stood a group of ordinary Silent Immortals.
There was no greeting, no intimidation.
The Silent Immortals charged at him in an instant.
Wang Qi's figure blurred for a moment.
A near-light-speed strike.
At this moment, Wang Qi did not even need to concern himself with the severe distortion of external information. The power of foresight guided his fists and feet. The atoms touched by his fists were compressed by overwhelming brute force. The consequence of taking one of Wang Qi's punches was that the hydrogen within one's body began undergoing violent fusion.
The negative-entropy force most detested by the Silent Immortals was born directly within their bodies.
Only a highly distorted, blurry image shifting between red and blue remained.
No matter how fast their neural reactions were, anyone observing this battle through optical vision would be unable to obtain a precise image.
Then, a series of nuclear explosion flashes concealed everything else.
Even pure brute force, once it reached this level, still slew gods that blocked its path and shattered Buddhas that stood in its way.
But in the next instant, countless majestic aura cannons drowned the position where Wang Qi stood.
It was a fleet of warships.
These enormous metal constructs resembled technological products. Yet muscle-like striations squeezed out from the gaps between their armor plates, emerging from within the warships. Twisted dark-red patterns like blood vessels covered the vessels—if this