Even though this space ring was incredibly sturdy, the massive inertia still caused its interior to creak and groan, as if it might disintegrate at any moment.
Zhang Tianyou was forcibly launched back, his head slamming heavily against the large screen, nearly knocking him out.
Fortunately, the artificial intelligence Huan Huan took control just in time, and the engines' flames, which were initially propelling backward, abruptly changed direction, canceling out most of the inertia. Otherwise, the consequences could have been unimaginable.
Even so, Zhang Tianyou's head was still swollen, and he was in a daze until after several breaths when he finally regained consciousness, then burst into a fury and shouted.
"What the hell is going on? What the hell is happening? What's up ahead?"
No wonder he was so angry, as he had been hammered senseless, with blood still dripping down from his forehead.
