In the pitch-black Universe.
The Human Race and the Dark Elves were engaged in a fierce battle, with shells flying, lasers dancing, and the roaring sounds incessant...
But because of the disparity in firepower between the two sides, the Human Race could only go into defense mode.
At this time, Spacecraft Number One, thanks to its small size and the properties of the Space Gem, was easily weaving through the midst of the battle, akin to passing through a forest of flowers untouched by a single leaf.
Wang Hao sat in his room, having changed back into himself, and was video calling with Zhao Yiling.
"Yiling, baby, you mustn't forget, Huang Xiong owes us five million sets of equipment," Wang Hao seriously reminded her.
"I will ask Senior Huang Xiong for them," Zhao Yiling nodded and couldn't help but worry, "Why on earth are you going to the Heavenly Furnace Star System!?"
