Somehow, unaware of when, they had reached a point where they no longer feared death. Yang Yi took a difficult last step, his foot landing on the metal surface of the spaceship, leaving a deep indent.
He could advance no further, his foot as though it were pinned down by someone, unable to lift it.
But Yang Yi was now less than fifty meters away from the control room, while the black orb could float freely around the area.
The black orb seemed to sense that Yang Yi and his companions could not move forward and circled back, flying around Yang Yi and Tang Shihao for a bit.
"This thing, it seems to know what we're trying to do!" Tang Shihao used all his strength just to utter this weak sentence.
The black orb, acting like a person, nodded, and then in a robotic voice, intermittently said, "Bomb, control room! Bomb, the control room!"
It seemed like it was trying to communicate with Yang Yi and the others, but the word "bomb" made Yang Yi frown.