"No, you're not Li Zheng!"
Zhan Zhouzhou furrowed her brow and coldly demanded, "Who exactly are you?"
The person on the ground...
No!
Or rather, that being looked remarkably like Li Zheng, except the skin of its head, exposed by the open hood, was a bluish-purple, and its snake-like vertical pupils showed no emotion.
"Language... identification... loading..."
A mechanical voice emitted from the hooded figure's mouth, sounding exceedingly eerie to the ears.
Zhan Zhouzhou was one hundred percent certain that it was a living being, yet its reactions were like those of a rigid machine.
"Mission... obstacle... elimination..."
"Strength... assessment... threat..."
"Plan... level one... activation..."
"Energy... consumption... eighty percent..."
"Effect... spiritual... annihilation..."
As each word emerged from the opponent's mouth, Zhan Zhouzhou's heart grew increasingly heavy with ominous foreboding.
