A giant mountain shattered, viewed from above, it resembled a tiny ripple exploding on the surface of a pond, but for Gu Shen and his team, it was a true catastrophe and disaster.
Thousands of ters apart, a fierce wind swept through.
rely the aftereffects were enough to blow people off their feet, the source armor, pushed to its limits, forcibly switched propulsion modes—twelve people resisted the intense gale, struggling to fly low above the ground!
Trouble never cos alone, just seconds later, a hoarse voice resounded through the Spiritual Link.
"Captain! I’m running out of backup energy!"
It was Mo Hongyi’s voice.
Due to different degrees of resistance to "source material," the energy consumption of the source armor also varied.
After the breakup of rocks dramatically increased and they lost the protection of Yuan Yuan’s Sword Domain, except for Li Chen, everyone’s source armor energy consumption took another leap!
Old Mo’s abilities were relatively outstanding among the Third-Order Transcendents.
His abilities were "twisting" and "slingshot." In the recent explosion’s aftermath, he had exerted his abilities to their limits to help the team counter a wave of resistance...
This too led to a significant drain on his source armor energy.
After this news spread, everyone in the Spiritual Link fell silent, no one spoke.
Gu Shen did not speak either.
He silently calculated the final data in his heart.
"The distance to the Umbrella Defense Line... still fifty kiloters... at this speed, estimated ti is thirteen minutes..."
This speed was already the fastest.
Unfortunately,
before the source material tide, this speed was far too slow.
If one were to look back now, they’d witness an incomparable, shocking scene—a tiny humanity, followed by a vast expanse of sky and earth rging together, filling the entire view with that piercing wind!
The reason no one spoke in the Spiritual Link was simple.
It was not just Old Mo’s energy that was insufficient...
After the recent explosion, everyone’s energy in the team was running low.
The storm would engulf everyone before they could reach the "Umbrella Defense Line."
Old Mo lowered his head to check the core, his expression hidden behind his mask showed neither joy nor sorrow, he suddenly blurted out, "... I probably won’t make it to the Fortress, why don’t you guys take my energy and leave!"
Those were the words he truly wanted to say.
He no longer wished to live.
Rather than have twelve people exhaust their energy and die here together, he preferred to give his comrades a push.
He could die.
But... so must live.
"Li Chen," Mo Hongyi tried to laugh it off, his voice trembling fiercely, "co here, pull out my core, and then sever the link, it might save so more energy."
An overloaded ship.
Either it sinks entirely.
Or... offload cargo, throwing down the heavy, useless, broken goods.
To secure the survival of the others on board.
"What kind of joke are you making?"
Suddenly soone shouted loudly.
Zhu Xiao cursed angrily, "You were the one who said you’d introduce to a girl when we get back! If there’s no girl, even a paper one would do, why say such unlucky things at a ti like this? You still haven’t repaid your debts or washed those socks; if you think of defaulting, I’m the first to disagree!"
He tried to lighten the mood but didn’t realize his voice was also trembling fiercely.
The team fell silent again.
"You have a good mory, rembering all this at a ti like this..." Mo Hongyi laughed, then he suddenly gazed earnestly into Zhu Xiao’s eyes, his voice very soft, "How about you pull my core out?"
Zhu Xiao looked as if he had been struck by sothing.
Suddenly, he found himself unable to say a word.
Only then did he realize that what was being uttered now was not the cheeky words before stepping into a labyrinth, nor the playful banter during routine training.
What they were facing now was a choice between life and death, cruel to the extre.
It was an unprecedented predicant.
In the Investigation Corps, such matters were common... but he had been lucky, having joined the elite team since enlisting, always returning victorious from missions, even through several setbacks, he had never faced such despair.
"So words are hard for the captain to say, so I’ll say them,"
Old Mo took a deep breath and said, "Everyone’s running low on energy, right? I joined the Investigation Corps knowing I might not live to retire; why hesitate at a ti like this, let whoever can escape escape!"
He had not finished speaking.
The storm swept across the earth, sharp as a knife!
At the rear of the team, Su He let out a muffled grunt.
He fired his gun, dodging sideways while smashing a fast-approaching slender rock, but his own source armor cracked open.
The storm was closing in very near.
Even though there were still thousands of ters to the "outskirts," everyone felt a horrifying suction force... the ceaselessly sweeping cyclone, like an insatiable "Taotie," madly devoured everything it touched!
"It’s too late..."
Mo Hongyi lost his patience, he extended a hand, grabbed Zhu Xiao’s palm closest to him, and then pressed it against his chest where the Source Energy Core was...
"Pull!"
His words fell like a heavy hamr.
Striking hard at the bottom of everyone’s heart.
"I have a way... there’s no need to pull the core."
From the very front of the team, a voice faintly rose.
Old Mo was montarily stunned.
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