Ghost Head Blade’s Deathbed Struggle
Redakteur: Henyee Translations
On the other side, Wang Ming successfully fired his second shot, which consumed twenty-eight percent of his spirit power reserve. He now only had twelve percent of spirit power left for breaking through the space wall.
A space crack appeared, and at the same time, there was a system warning from Wang Ming's mecha armor: Up ahead, space fissure, estimated time before fissure seals up is 243 seconds… Current energy remaining: 12%…
The mecha armor had a built-in computer system, but this wasn't an AI system at all. If its design could be combined with satellite technology, it would be even more human-like and intelligent, but Wang Ming could only produce this much for now with the junk from the Dead Sea of Space.
Just like the system said, the space fissure was already open, but it wouldn't remain open for long.
Now was the best time to charge out of here.
"No, you don't!"