The blast successfully hit the Surfer after he slammed into the ground to make his shockwave, knocking him back off his feet.

When he climbed out of the wreckage again, he suddenly paused, looking upward at his master.

The siphons from Galactus' ship were started to descend on the planet -- but right then a blast came at his ship from the direction of the sun, causing massive damage to his ship, and causing the siphons to retract again. Galactus returned the blast with the power cosmic. A blast of it streaked away towards the sun.

Galactus was left rebuilding his ship.

"Your companions have destroyed my fellow herald's physical form, and they've damaged my master's ship."

Surfer hesitated now, no longer fighting them, his gaze cast downward as he was lost in thought, considering the options.

Now he was the only herald and his master had already been inconvenienced. A good case could be made now, perhaps, that he might better serve his master by leading him somewhere else. Their pleading and arguments hadn't fallen on deaf ears. He only needed another little...nudge.

"You say that there are worlds nearby with no sentient life where life energy would still be abundant?"