Nuclear fusion, the ultimate power of humanity, blooms in Chen Shouyi's palm, exuding an aura of total destruction.
And this is just the gentle form of this miniature sun.
It's merely "quietly" burning, and it's so small that the hydrogen it consumes per second is not even 0.01 grams, with energy emitted equivalent to one or two kilotons.
The heat it radiates, various high-energy particles, and even photons are firmly bound and blocked by Chen Shouyi's will field.
To the outside world, the area above Chen Shouyi's palm appears distorted, and even the light of the point appears unusually gentle and harmless.
With a serious expression, Chen Shouyi maintained it for a while before casually tossing it away; his will wrapped around the light point, instantly flying several kilometers away, then suddenly exploding, accompanied by a blinding flash of light and a ring of milky-white shockwave spreading in mid-air.
It looked somewhat... breathtaking.
After all, it was truly miniature.
