Song Chen continued to tear across the battlefield. Suddenly, his senses blurred, as though something were interfering with his judgment.
He paid it little mind. Psychic currents and spatial fluctuations were everywhere on a battlefield. It was normal for his senses to be thrown off.
Besides, the situation had stabilized. He only needed to keep killing until every enemy was gone.
An hour later, Song Chen stopped.
He stood at the highest point of the battlefield, overlooking a vast area he had just cleared.
Enemies remained, but they had lost their formation.
Turik's fleet had torn a huge gap in the encirclement. Kalian and Aoba led their forces in pushing the remaining enemies outward, while Rockspike guarded the survivors aboard the transport ships as they withdrew.
The entire battle had swung in the allied forces' favor. The enemy still resisted, but its collapse was only a matter of time.
Song Chen glanced at his system panel. His Killing Value had climbed back to four trillion.
"Much more efficient, just as I thought."
Since his strength had risen, he was gaining Killing Value at more than twice his former rate.
Those lower-ranked enemies were little different from weeds in his hands. At this pace, clearing out the rest should bring him to around six trillion.
Just as he was about to strike again, the entire battlefield shuddered.
His Star Core gave a violent thump, and a force seemed to press down on all the Star Origin Power within him at once.
He looked toward the northern side of the battlefield. The stars there were warping.
Space bulged outward from its center like a crumpled sheet of cloth, forming an enormous curve.
The bulge swelled larger and larger until a bottomless opening tore through its center.
An immense shape, too vast to