Zhang Beixing cursed silently, but now was clearly not the time to dwell on emotions.
He watched as the black and red missile, as thick as a young tree trunk, flew towards him, dragging a long trail of fire.
Zhang Beixing sensed the energy within his body. After a brief rest, he had only managed to gather less than half of his peak strength.
This was the result of Zhang Beixing focusing almost all his spirit on recovery, akin to a phone on super-fast charge.
However, the thing before him was indeed a bona fide missile. Even if it was a small missile fired from a helicopter, nothing compared to the big ones that traveled thousands of kilometers, it was still deadly for Zhang Beixing in his current status. Taking this missile head-on by force would be life-threatening.
