"Cold temperature?!"
Upon hearing the words of the Controller, at this moment, Lu Yu's lips slightly curled into a teasing expression. He casually activated the aircraft's amplifier and said aloud, "Controller, are you sure this time I'm using the cold to deal with you?!"
Between words, Lu Yu's voice was mocking, transmitted through the speaker and twisted by the cold gale at high altitude, akin to an Evil Spirit in the sky murmuring in the fierce wind, instilling a sense of terror.
"Isn't it?!"
Hearing Lu Yu's words, the Controller let out a cold laugh, "This Cold Crow is not equipped with weapons. Apart from using such juvenile cold, you have no means against me!"
The Controller's voice was deep, full of disdain as if Lu Yu was powerless against him, "Lu Yu, even if you have the Divine Potion, you possess no superpowers. In this space, no matter how strong you are, you're certainly not my match!"
