Hundreds of massive shells, each several meters across, rained down on Michael.
Though he was now a Grandmaster, stopping a moving object with Psychokinesis still burned through his spiritual energy too quickly.
So he adapted.
Rather than stopping them outright, he gently pushed them aside, diverting their trajectory and causing them to miss him and collide with the numerous alien shuttles that had begun to encircle him.
Of course, it was by no means easy. To achieve such a feat, he had to simultaneously calculate the trajectories of hundreds of projectiles, account for where he planned to move, and keep the calculations perfect as more and more shells were fired each moment.
All on top of facing the Overlord alone…
Nevertheless, he didn't falter.
Like a mirage, he flew through outer space, the fired projectiles missing him by a hair's breadth and erupting in violent bursts of energy as they collided with nearby shuttles.
BOOM!
