The Marvels of the Space Stone

"I didn't. I merely blocked the detonation signal for the time being."

Outside, countless troops had split into dozens of groups and were attacking the various spacecraft blocks.

Apocalypse had transmitted an order to the Supreme Leader, instructing her to arrange it.

When the spacecraft blocks formed a mothership, they could hide within an incredibly powerful shield, leaving Xandar helpless against them.

Now that they had landed and split into dozens of pieces, they had no ability to fight back against Xandar's local forces.

Before long, dozens of golden warships carrying pitch-black spheres flew toward space.

Everyone's hearts clenched, afraid the bombs would explode midway.

Fortunately, every bomb rose into space and vanished from view.

Once all the Star-Destroying Projectiles had been dealt with, the Supreme Leader dispatched an aircraft toward them.

When it came within roughly ten thousand meters, it struck an invisible wall and tumbled from the sky.

Fortunately, it was only a ceremonial aircraft. It was flying slowly and not very high, so no one was seriously hurt.

The messenger who crawled out of the aircraft ignored his own injuries and desperately gestured inward.

"Tang, what did you do?"

Apocalypse replied calmly, "To stop the signal from being transmitted, I cut out the space within a ten-thousand-meter radius."

"What?!"

Everyone was utterly incredulous.

During that brief awkward dance, he had cut out the space within a ten-thousand-meter radius all by himself? And without making a sound?

Those present were either citizens of advanced civilizations or Ravagers who had roamed the stars and frequently passed through wormholes. Naturally, they understood what cutting space meant.

But that belonged to the realm of high-energy weapons, using torn space to attack enemies.

Being able to cut out ten thousand meters of space like a block of tofu without affecting the surroundings