As the spaceship gradually lowered to a height from where the positions of the Mechanical Race became visible.
Chen Ming's heartbeat gradually stabilized. He took a deep breath, focusing all his attention on the task he was about to undertake.
Destroy the Mind Pulse Generator.
Chen Ming quickly adjusted the spaceship's posture so that the bottom armor of the heavily modified vessel faced downward.
Whether this will succeed now hinges on the next ten seconds.
The bullets reached the ground faster than the sound of guns and the roar of the spaceship's engines.
The splattering dust and fierce sparks immediately alerted the two combat Mechanical Constructs.
They raised their large electromagnetic weapons on their right arms, locking onto the spaceship that flew over their heads, just like last time.
The all-too-familiar dull thudding sound echoed.
The spaceship's armor panel that Chen Ming had been watching instantly reduced in durability by 1%.
