He had already started moving the moment he saw Summers reveal its true form on the satellite feed.
"Preparations are underway," he replied.
Beside him, the War Commander stared at the holographic panel before him, his fingers swiping rapidly across it.
"Space-Based Weapons charged to forty percent... sixty percent... ninety percent... charging complete. Confirm launch?"
Qin Zheng did not hesitate.
"Fire."
Above Mongolia.
Summers lowered its head and glanced at the little golden thing beneath it.
Then it moved.
A tail swept across.
It moved too fast for even Chen Siyao to react. She desperately twisted aside, avoiding the main length of the tail, but a tiny section of its tip grazed her Dharma Form's right shoulder.
Just that tiny bit.
Chen Siyao went flying.
Not hundreds of meters. Not thousands. Over ten thousand.
Her Dharma Form tumbled through the air, her Psionic Armor shattered, and her right arm nearly dislocated. She only stopped after crashing through three small hills.
She knelt on one knee, her left hand braced against the ground as the taste of blood rose in her mouth.
Ahead, Summers's enormous silhouette remained where it stood, those two eerie green lights watching her.
It could not be overcome by force.
This was a being on the same level as her brother, beyond anything human strength could contend with.
The sky lit up.
The Space-Based Weapons deployed by the Human Alliance in low orbit activated—twelve Psionic Strike Satellites firing their fully charged beams straight down from space.
Twelve pillars of light struck Summers's body simultaneously.
A few white spots appeared on Summers.
It was like twelve drops of water splashing onto a candle.
The white spots flickered and vanished.
Summers did not budge. It lowered its head to inspect the places where those white spots had disappeared, then