"Yes, that's him." Zuo Li could finally see him clearly.
The pilot's face had been so twisted before that she hadn't been able to recognize him at first.
But now, upon closer inspection, she saw it was undoubtedly Teng Hongming from Chaoyang Base.
'But what are these wisps of red thread emerging from Teng Hongming's spine?'
"Sir, be careful." The two base personnel protecting Zuo Dazhu cautiously took two steps forward.
"Watch out!" Gu Chen suddenly yelled, simultaneously raising his Metal Shield to block in front of them.
Instantly, dozens of blood-red threads ZINGED against the Metal Shield, straining against its surface.
With a single slash of her blade, Xie Ning severed the countless fine threads, sending them tumbling to the ground.
Yet they continued to writhe on the ground as if alive.
"What is this stuff?" One of the base personnel protecting Zuo Dazhu stepped forward and stomped on them, grinding his boot down hard.
Gu Chen rushed to stop him. "Don't touch it—"
