The commander of the sura forces stood hovering in the air, quelling the fighting with nothing more than his aura.

The generals of the empire of stars shouted impassionately, "Without a sura monarch present, no one can defeat our commander! Clean your necks and prepare to die!"

"Shut up!" 

As space rumbled, a punch came out of nowhere, shot through the entire battlefield, and landed straight on the commander's body. Space rippled where the commander once stood. He fell from the skies and cratered into the ground.

There he lay, his four limbs distorted, blood spouting from his mouth like a fountain. He was severely injured, on the verge of death.

The generals who had started to become cocky again gaped at their commander in shock....