The deserted world.
Silver mechanical bodies continuously surged towards Xia Xun and his team.
The members of Lu Sheng's squad kept reducing as time passed.
Facing these silver mechanical bodies possessed by Space Ghosts was already a challenge; if not for most members being Martial Artists with strong survival abilities.
Otherwise, they would have already been completely wiped out by now.
Exhaustion painted Xia Xun's brows. He kept throwing punches, but the once abundant Qi Blood had dried up considerably.
"Why hasn't Lu Sheng sent any messages yet?"
Xia Xun asked hoarsely, his eyes frequently darting to the Communication Bracelet on his wrist.
As the team's strategist, Xia Xun was not just fending off the silver mechanical bodies possessed by Space Ghosts but also sending numerous messages to Lu Sheng, inquiring about their situation.
In case Lu Sheng's team encountered trouble, Xia Xun could devise strategies instantly.
However...
