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The figure floating in the void of space outside the porthole was none other than Luo Fei.

After activating the device, his body shot through the atmosphere of the blue planet like an arrow and went straight to near-Earth orbit.

As his gaze swept across the fleet, a colossal vessel, far exceeding the size of the surrounding ships, immediately caught his attention.

That was the spaceship where the Imperial Marshal was located.

He approached the spaceship's porthole and, through the transparent alloy glass, saw the Imperial Marshal he had seen in the holographic projection on the mothership.

The moment their eyes met, Luo Fei's gaze remained calm and unwavering, showing no immediate intention to break the porthole.

This is space.

Although the creature before him came from another highly advanced civilization, Luo Fei could not be sure whether its physiological structure could adapt to an absolute vacuum environment, whether its skin could withstand the huge pressure difference between the inside and outside, or how long its respiratory system could last after being deprived of air.

He glanced at the marshal, then at the adjutant behind him. They were inside the spaceship, where there was air and suitable air pressure.

Once this porthole is broken, the air pressure inside the spaceship will instantly leak out, and all unsecured objects will be sucked towards the opening. Whether they can survive is unknown, and they currently have no equipment that can provide protection in a vacuum.

Luo Fei wanted to keep the marshal alive so that he could witness firsthand how he would destroy the fleet the marshal was so proud of, how he would gradually destroy their home planet, and how he would make this arrogant civilization pay a heavy price.

He watched the fleeting surprise in the marshal's eyes, and a slight smile curved his lips.

Then, he slowly turned around, no longer looking at the two people behind the porthole, and turned his gaze to the starry sky filled with spaceships.

Countless warships, like a pack of wolves, surrounded the blue planet.

He straightened his arms, raised both hands, placed his right hand in front of his left hand, lightly touched his left index finger with his right little finger, and pressed his two thumbs together, forming an irregular diamond-shaped gap between his hands.

The field of vision expands as the distance increases, with the eyes looking through the hands.

The "qi" within his body began to surge into his hands.

Without any condensation process or preparation, the calm energy flowed directly, like a river with its sluice gates opened, surging along the arms into the fingertips and gathering in the void between the hands.

The "qi" is constantly condensing.

First, a blinding light emanated from between his hands, so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.

The marshal raised his arm to shield his eyes, and the adjutant also covered his eyes; both of them turned their heads to the side at the same time.

Luo Fei didn't turn around. He simply stared intently at the starry sky filled with spaceships through the space between his hands, his eyes focused and indifferent.

His hand did not move, but his "qi" had been condensed to the extreme.

He opened his mouth unconsciously; no one could hear his words, but the shape of his mouth was clearly discernible.

"qigong……"

In an instant, a beam of blazing white light erupted from the white light between his hands, carrying a world-destroying power.

The front of the beam of light continued to expand, like a cone being blown in, getting wider and thicker.

Its front end spread freely in space, unimpeded, and wherever it went, enemy ships disappeared as if melting away.

There was no deafening explosion, no dazzling flames, and no flying debris.

Those once invincible steel behemoths were wiped off the canvas as if by a giant eraser, leaving no trace, not even the smallest fragments.

The place where they once existed has been restored to a pure vacuum, where starlight from distant galaxies can pass through without hindrance, shining all the way to even more distant places, as if there had never been any trace of life there.

The beam of light lasted for a few seconds, then began to shrink, becoming narrower and dimmer, eventually returning to the point of white light between Luo Fei's hands and extinguishing completely, as if the earth-shattering attack had never happened.

Meanwhile, on Earth, with the device activated, televisions, mobile phones, and other devices ceased functioning. Many people, filled with trepidation, went outside and looked up at the sky. Although the spaceships tens of thousands of meters above the ground were invisible to the naked eye, everyone knew that a hero was fighting a massive alien fleet for the safety of Earth.

Suddenly, a dazzling beam of light appeared in the previously calm sky, like a divine sword slicing through the heavens, turning the entire sky white.

The beam of light expanded continuously, stretching across the entire sky, its radiance even surpassing that of the sun at that moment, yet it vanished swiftly before people could react.

Many people prayed silently to the sky, their hands clasped together, their eyes shining with hope.

The elderly, children, men, and women—people of different races and languages—shared a common wish at this moment.

Hopefully, Luo Fei can defeat the powerful alien fleet, protect their home planet, and safeguard this blue planet.

Looking out through the gap between his hands at the empty starry sky in space, Luo Fei's eyes remained completely calm.

He then lowered his hands, letting his arms hang naturally at his sides.

In the distance, those spaceships that were lucky enough to escape the beam of light and could still be observed seemed to be frozen in time, silently hovering in space. The lights on the bridge were all turned off, and the portholes no longer emitted a dark red glow, like soulless shells.

The marshal stood behind the porthole, his arm still stiffly raised, not yet lowered.

His fingers were slightly spread apart, his knuckles even trembling uncontrollably. His gaze pierced through the porthole and landed fixedly on Luo Fei, his eyes filled with unbelievable horror, as if he had seen some terrifying existence beyond the realm of comprehension.

His adjutant behind him slowly lowered his hand, but his lips remained slightly parted, his face filled with disbelief.

As the marshal's adjutant, he knew the fleet's specific deployment.

That seemingly brief attack just now destroyed at least tens of thousands of their spaceships deployed in Earth's geosynchronous orbit!

That was one of the main forces of the Imperial Fleet, a war machine that took hundreds of years to build, and it vanished in just a few seconds.

At that moment, the marshal and his adjutant had the same absurd yet undeniably real thought: Is this something a human could do? This is simply the wrath of the gods!

Faced with absolute power, any technology or tactic seems so pale and powerless.

For the first time, they began to suspect that this expedition to Earth might have been a mistake from the very beginning.