Wang Zhan did not slow his pace.
Other than his brief panic instigated by Yuan Mengru, which almost made his clone self-destruct on the spot and force his return to his main body, there were no obvious changes in his demeanor.
Yuan Mengru could barely conceal her inner trembling, her face losing much of its color.
Do...Do you dislike me that much?
If not, why could Wang Zhan remain so calm?
…
BOOM!
Three minutes had passed. A violent radiance lit up most of the night sky.
The stars had lost their original brightness. A tiny black dot in the center of the light was frantically retreating. Nonetheless, it could not escape the destructive power from behind.
Everything was gone.
A circular source of light appeared. Under the scheme of those old men with an unknown conspiracy, the light was suppressed for an entire three minutes before finally extending its sharp and dazzling talons towards the Federation.
