The warship reacted with extreme speed, activating its defensive force field in an instant.
There was an old saying: the strongest spear and the strongest shield.
The warship's defensive force field was designed to withstand antimatter spacetime cannons. At maximum power, an antimatter cannon had to strike ten times in rapid succession to breach the warship's defensive force field.
Of course, that assumed all energy was devoted to defense. The strongest offense and the strongest defense could not currently be possessed at once—or perhaps never could.
Because with more energy, one could create even stronger offense or defense.
When the defensive force field activated, this corner of the heavens seemed to turn eternal, carrying an air of something that could never possibly be destroyed.
But when the platinum sun bore down, the sun then transformed into wind, and the storm brought destruction.
A corner of the heavens, a corner of the starry sky, was blown apart in that instant.
Whether it was the defensive force field or the warship's high-strength alloy itself, all of it was scattered by the wind. Everything seemed like an illusion, as though it possessed no substance at all.
That terrifying sight frightened every person and beast present.
As for Zhao Cheng, after completing that strike, his entire body suddenly shrank, then fell toward the lava crater in the earth. Before long, he sank into the magma.
Delivering such a blow had also placed an enormous burden on him.
Indeed, the demonic path technique he had created took the path less traveled, built around exploiting bugs. But he was not a perpetual-motion machine, after all. The fact that he had fought this far already proved he was no longer human.
When the wind passed, the sky was empty—utterly empty. The Empire warship, so imposing and domineering