Around them, everyone looked bewildered at Hei Xuchen; their Emperor seemed to have lost his mind.
Lan Xiaobu's voice echoed again in Hei Xuchen's ears, "Immediately cease attacking my side and send someone over to my battle ship for negotiations. If not, prepare for endless torment until you go mad. You have ten breaths of time; if no one comes, then there’s no need for talks."
As he conveyed this message, Lan Xiaobu moved closer, now only a few hundred meters away from Hei Xuchen's main battleship.
At this moment, everyone realized something was off with their Emperor.
Who had the leisure to pay attention to the movement of a meteor?
Lan Xiaobu pondered; Hei Xuchen had the power to rule a Level-Seven Technological Civilization Planet, so he must not be an ordinary person.
If he asked them to open the battle shuttle door to let him in, they would most likely refuse, or even retaliate fiercely.
The best strategy was to compel Hei Xuchen to send someone out willingly.
That way, the door would definitely open.
Once it did, Lan Xiaobu could enter the main battleship in the shortest time possible.
Besides, he couldn’t allow Hei Xuchen too much time to think; ten breaths should suffice.
As the torment in his mind stopped, the terrifying pain ceased.