A Big Loss
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The Federation radio was in a mess. Old Black's private survival radio soon had an additional row of notifications too.
Then, the bat-form vampires flew in from the outside carrying pieces of fusion spatial crystals and throwing them on the floor of the teleportation hall.
The zombie clones began to pack them, putting the fusion spatial crystals that were thrown on the ground into wooden boxes and moving them into the space passage.
Old Black looked at this and smiled bitterly inside.
Was Fang Heng that skilled? It was obviously not the first time he had done this!
Since he was already a part of all this, Old Black had no choice but to reply to the Federation radio and private messages to delay the return of the main force of the Federation.