Upon hearing this, Seakma and a group of technicians were dumbfounded.
Lu Li, in human form, could withstand the explosive power of millions of tons equivalent of nuclear weapons, and that was not even his limit; his body density might not be inferior to Zhang Qian, who had turned into a giant ten thousand feet tall.
So what did Wang Yu say?
He said that Lu Li could transform into a Heaven-Shocking Demon God larger than a planet.
Even calculating by the proportional increase of Heaven and Earth, this body density is unimaginably astounding!
At this moment, Seakma and the technicians finally had a vague understanding of Lu Li’s immense power.
They could confidently say that there might be no weapon in this cosmos that could harm Lu Li’s body.
Yes, absolutely no means.
Neither antimatter weapons nor so-called supernova explosions could inflict the slightest damage on Lu Li’s body!
Powerful!
The True God is indeed incredibly powerful!
Seakma couldn’t help but exclaim inwardly, is this the power of a True God?
Those technicians also stared with admiration in their eyes.
They had long known that Lu Li was powerful enough to easily destroy a star system.
And also knew that he could effortlessly control an antimatter bomb explosion with a power covering twenty light-years.
But they truly hadn’t expected that besides "superhuman abilities," Lu Li’s body was unbelievably strong!
Just as everyone was deeply shaken, a major change occurred on the battlefield.
Zhang Qian, turned into a giant ten thousand feet tall, completely ignored the bombardment of high-energy rays and shells, and coupled with his ability to somersault eighty thousand miles, he suddenly began a one-sided massacre.
The Eternal Motion Race, previously arrogant and domineering, was being slaughtered by Zhang Qian, fleeing desperately.
Except for some cosmic battleships equipped with space jump capabilities that escaped successfully, how could the other cosmic battleships escape from his grasp?
As a result, an entire super cosmic combat group of the Eternal Motion Race was smashed to pieces by Zhang Qian single-handedly!
In less than five Earth minutes, this super cosmic battleship combat group of the Eternal Motion Race was annihilated!
Seakma: "..."
A dozen technicians: "..."
They stared at the one-sided slaughter on the screen as if in a dream.
Their last line of defense had sophisticated weapons, a garrison of a hundred thousand, and millions of combat robots, yet they were utterly defeated and unable to resist.
If there were no arranged defenses, even a million soldiers might not withstand the Eternal Motion Race.
And yet, Zhang Qian alone annihilated them in about five minutes?
Seakma finally realized how powerful Zhang Qian was.
He seemed like one person, yet he had more formidable combat power than a cosmic battleship combat group!
At this thought, his previous dissatisfaction with Lu Li only sending ten thousand to participate in the battle dissipated completely, and he couldn’t help but feel inwardly that Lu Li was truly generous for sending such a formidable person as Zhang Qian.
It could be said that Zhang Qian’s displayed combat power alone was worth far more than the minimum recruitment requirement of three million by Lupar!
This made Seakma’s mind race wildly, pondering how to utilize Zhang Qian pragmatically and maximize his combat value.
Time quietly slipped by as Seakma and the dozen technicians stood in stunned silence.
After ten minutes.
Still in shock, everyone suddenly saw Zhang Qian’s return.
Upon his return, he rushed in front of Wang Yu and saluted, "Sir, Zhang Qian did not disgrace his mission; I have wiped out the Eternal Motion Race’s super cosmic battleship combat group!"
Wang Yu, with a stern face, said, "You still let quite a few escape; this time, the mission can only be rated at eighty points at most."
Zhang Qian replied, "Yes, Sir, I didn’t put my all into it initially, letting many escape. It won’t happen next time."
Damn!
Achieving such a feat in less than five minutes, yet you only give it eighty points?
Seakma and the technicians almost collapsed to the ground.
Since the war against the Eternal Motion Race, they had never won a single battle, let alone a complete victory like Zhang Qian’s, already more satisfied than they could have hoped.
Now, hearing Wang Yu only giving eighty points, of course, they felt speechless.
Despite the internal perplexity, Seakma knew it wasn’t the time to complain but to properly flatter Zhang Qian.
After all, he might be the absolute main force of their army, more valuable than any super cosmic battleship combat group.
He immediately stepped forward with a flattering smile, "Honorable Mr. Zhang Qian, thank you for your assistance in repelling the Eternal Motion Race. Thank you, truly thank you."
Zhang Qian calmly said, "We were merely following Mr. Lu’s orders; it’s what we’re supposed to do. If you want to thank anyone, thank Mr. Lu."
Seakma busily said, "Even if you were sent by Mr. Lu, not everyone is as formidable as you, I..."
Zhang Qian, somewhat rigid, said, "I’m actually the weakest among our ten thousand. Many are more formidable than I am, especially our Director Wang, who is over a hundred times stronger than me."
He knew Wang Yu had the Infinity Gauntlet, so he was telling the truth.
Seakma, unaware of the facts, thought he was merely being modest.
He said with disbelief, "How could there be many as formidable as you? You alone are worth an enormous army."
Zhang Qian, with a steadfast glance, said, "I never lie; our ten thousand superhuman army, all endowed with Divine Power by Mr. Lu, are indeed more formidable than I am."
What?
All ten thousand were as formidable as Zhang Qian, or perhaps even stronger?
Seakma and the dozen technicians, seeing how earnest Zhang Qian was, finally realized something.
That was, under Wang Yu’s leadership, it wasn’t just Zhang Qian who was formidable; every one of them was just as powerful!
Every one of them as formidable?
Does that mean that this ten-thousand-member superhuman army’s combat power is more formidable than ten thousand super cosmic battleship combat groups?
Creator God, what a concept!
Seakma’s heart trembled with disbelief, stammering, "Rea...really?"
Wang Yu interjected, "Yes, Mr. Lu endowed us with very powerful Divine Power, although this power means nothing to him, to ordinary intelligent beings, we are nearly godlike."
Holy crap!
This isn’t ten thousand frail Earthlings but ten thousand gods?
Seakma nearly fainted.
All the dozen technicians gasped continuously over there.
Initially, they thought Lu Li had casually dispatched ten thousand Earthlings merely to fulfill Lupar’s recruitment order.
Unexpectedly, this was not just ten thousand people, but ten thousand mighty beings akin to small iron-based lifeforms!
We’re prosperous!
The resistance is prosperous!
Seakma had ample reasons to believe that with these ten thousand godlike Earth Warriors, they could definitely sweep away all the troublesome Eternal Motion Race, restoring the Milky Way Galaxy’s past peace!
Suddenly, one of the Kala Star technicians noticed something and couldn’t help but ask, "Mr. Wang, did you say Mr. Land God endowed all of you and Mr. Zhang Qian with equally strong Divine Power?"
Wang Yu nodded, "Yes."
That technician, eyes widening, asked, "Mr. Zhang Qian alone is so powerful, the fact that Mr. Land God can endow ten thousand of you with such formidable Divine Power, how powerful must he himself be?"
Indeed.
To "create" a godlike army of ten thousand, how powerful must Lu Li be?
Seakma and those technicians genuinely couldn’t imagine.
Some even secretly speculated that Lu Li’s true power wasn’t just controlling an antimatter bomb explosion covering twenty light-years; it likely had reached an unimaginable level of easily destroying a Star System Group!