He just knew that this damn thing had to be something out of the ordinary!
Po Suo was already extremely weak; she seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and the red light membrane around her had disappeared.
The thorned halo flickered slightly, as if it were reminding Yang Ming of something.
Hundreds of drones appeared again around them, their ion cannons adjusting position, beginning to furiously fire at Po Suo.
In the sky, the two attack boats were ready for a second shot, their main cannons now locked onto Po Suo below.
Yet all the attacks strangely vanished near that thorned halo.
Yang Ming steeled himself, suddenly charging forward.
Lyu hastily said, "Boss, be careful! Something seems off!"
Yang Ming’s eyes widened in shock, his hands grasping the hilt of the Light Sword, charging forward with unstoppable force, stabbing at Valkyrie’s forehead!
The thorned halo gently flickered, and within Yang Ming’s vision, the surrounding space seemed to suddenly freeze; his body was ’frozen’ in place as well.
Only the halo continued to flicker.
Yang Ming stared at the halo, suddenly a series of images flashed before his eyes, as if conveying some information.
At the beginning of the images, he pierced through Valkyrie’s brain with his sword, then combined the main cannons of the two attack boats to melt Valkyrie’s body.
Next, the starry sky background he often sensed when encountering the Insect Race and Po Suo appeared, where he stood quietly under the starry sky, and Po Suo’s figure rapidly collapsed and shattered, strange energy streams inflowing into him like rivers.
Following this, Yang Ming’s body began to swell, his originally smooth muscles turning into pink tumors, rapidly becoming grotesque...
The halo was warning him that if he killed Valkyrie now, he would directly absorb all of Valkyrie’s Ancient God energy and also lose control, transforming into a real Ancient God Life Form—an unordered tumor monster?
The frozen space-time returned to normal.
Yang Ming immediately retracted his sword, yet his body uncontrollably crashed into the young Po Suo, knocking Po Suo and the thorned halo away together.
Po Suo was already completely unconscious.
She fell to the ground, with the thorned halo lying quietly next to her as if it had completed its mission.
Yang Ming slowly descended from midair.
"Boss, what’s wrong?" Lyu asked softly.
Yang Ming didn’t answer, just looked down at Po Suo, a struggle apparent in his eyes.
This feeling didn’t seem to be conjured from thin air, but rather like a potential future vividly laid out before him, warning of the direct consequences of his actions.
Was it really the Faya Civilization?
Only they, the true masters of the Galaxy, a high-dimensional civilization established by high-dimensional humans, could enable him to receive so much information in such a short time and protect Po Suo amidst high-energy main cannon bombardments.
He couldn’t kill her, so how should he deal with Po Suo?
Or actively suppress her body, keeping her in a state of recovery and development to maintain control, gradually absorbing her energy, and enhancing his strength step by step?
This was indeed a viable choice.
Yang Ming turned his head to look at the nearby town, where smoke filled the air and people were asleep.
What Yang Ming and Lyu didn’t notice was that the monitoring device closest to them, which was supposed to be turned off, had now restarted, its weak indicator light continuously flashing.
Yang Ming, with an expressionless face, raised the Light Shield, knelt on one knee, pinned Valkyrie down with the shield, aimed the Light Sword at Valkyrie’s forehead, and stabbed without hesitation.
If the Faya Civilization was truly behind Valkyrie’s control, then prove it to him!
He had to end Valkyrie’s life!
To hell with the tumor monster!
He had plenty of Genetic Stabilization Liquid!
The thorned halo beside him... seemed to be ’stunned.’