The severed planet hung silently in space.
Those on the other side of the rift could only watch as the distance between themselves and the others seemed to grow farther and farther.
The bottomless chasm stretching as far as the eye could see made this anomaly all the more terrifying.
Siglie... was dead!
Mu Fan's words were like a thunderclap, sending countless people's scalps tingling.
Before he spoke, they might still have been guessing whether Sigrid Palma had once again been exiled into that Space Tunnel.
But after Mu Fan spoke, every such thought was completely extinguished.
"The Young Master... is dead..."
"That was the nearly invincible Great Devil God of the ruins!"
Major General Olden muttered to himself.
At that moment, even his body was trembling.
The drifting black dust quietly vanished in the air, blooming into one trail of fireworks after another.
The dark pentagram that represented ancient desolation had vanished from this world without a trace.
South King Star, the brightest star in the dark universe, had only managed to shine for an instant before falling completely.
The Epoch King Halberd stood alone upon the ground, like a desolate tombstone and also like a monument to military glory.
The Iris Flower Family's hope for tomorrow had been strangled here just like that...
How was he supposed to return?
How was this vast Federation fleet supposed to explain itself upon returning?
Only their commander-in-chief had died, while all of them remained safe and sound?
Fear continuously washed over their hearts, quietly spreading through the countless warships.
Sigrid Palma's death had caused this Federation fleet to lose its backbone in an instant.
Mu Fan's indifferent gaze swept across his surroundings.
"Who else..."
"Wants to fight me?"
Mu Fan repeated in a calm voice.
Yet it rang beside countless ears