"20, 21, 22..."
Su Xiao is timing. Even a one-second mistake could cause Apollo to explode in his hands or be thrown prematurely.
If this were several Derivative Worlds ago, Su Xiao would never dare use Apollo like this. At that time, the Apollo he made wasn't as stable as it is now. The Apollo today, once set to explode in 30 seconds, will never be off by even 0.1 seconds.
"28."
At the count of 28, Su Xiao had already assumed the throwing posture. At the same time, the Spirit of Battle Armor's gaze turned to the stone corridor, focusing precisely on Su Xiao's location.
The Spirit of Battle Armor was puzzled. Just as it hesitated, a red orb flew out of the dark stone corridor at lightning speed.
Boom!
Crushed stones flew from under the Spirit of Battle Armor's feet as it charged straight toward Apollo, having identified the source of danger.
