The towering figure stood in midair, his imposing frame bearing four arms as he gazed down upon everyone below. He was the very figure who had appeared on the screen earlier: the undefeated Commander Bal.
He wasn't dead?
"How was that possible? After an explosion that big, he was completely fine?"
"..."
At the sight of that imposing figure, the Konoha ninja below began murmuring in astonishment.
The explosion of the Command Ship had simply been too massive. Its shock waves alone had leveled several small hills, while Bal had been right at the center of the blast.
After enduring such a powerful explosion, Bal had emerged completely unscathed. How could they not be shocked?
The warriors of the Four-Armed Sky-Reaching Race aboard the four escort ships, however, remained composed. They knew an explosion of that magnitude could not possibly injure Commander Bal. Even a fully fired Plasma Cannon could not breach his defenses.
Yet their tightly clenched fists and murderous gazes revealed that they were not nearly as relaxed as they appeared.
Although Bal had escaped injury, the destruction of the Command Ship was an immense humiliation for the warriors who had followed him across the universe.
Especially since it had all happened right before their eyes, while they had merely watched without doing anything.
How could these proud warriors possibly stomach that? But Bal had yet to give an order, so no matter how furious they were, they could only endure it in silence.
Leaving that aside for now, the atmosphere on the battlefield grew increasingly tense. In theory, the shock wave from the explosion should have swept everything out of the surrounding space, leaving an empty region in its wake. Yet whirlwinds were now swirling between Chihane and Bal.
The air grew oppressively heavy. Under the terrifying