On the bridge of the Dark Aster, Ronan stared at the main screen.
On the screen, the figure floating in space was as tiny as a speck of dust.
The Kree officers around him were dead silent. Even the sound of breathing had vanished. Hundreds of life signals had evaporated into thin air, and the target could not be locked onto. Everything they had learned in military academy had been shattered.
"Is... is he waving at us?" A young officer's voice was dry, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of sand.
That light gesture was like a red-hot iron rod stabbing viciously into Ronan's heart.
This was a provocation.
A naked, blatant provocation in the face of the Kree Empire's most powerful Accuser fleet.
"All fleet units." Ronan's voice was low, like two pieces of metal grinding together. "Target that man. Fire at will. Wipe him out of this universe completely!"
The order was given.
The Dark Aster and the dozens of escort ships around it charged every weapon system that had yet to cool. Energy cannons, missile pods, kinetic impact guns... hundreds upon thousands of black muzzles all aimed at that lone figure.
The next second, an energy storm capable of razing a planet's surface tore through the vacuum.
A dense barrage of beams and missiles formed an unstoppable torrent of death, converging on Chu Hang from every direction.
Faced with that world-ending sight, the smile on Chu Hang's face did not change in the slightest.
He merely raised both hands slowly, as though he were about to embrace the grand fireworks display.
Then something bizarre happened.
Within several hundred meters around him, space began to warp in a way visible to the naked eye. It was not a violent tear, but a smooth, rhythmic curve, like invisible