In the cosmic.
"All dead?" Chihu King Lango stood on the battlefield, his tiger eyes filled with shock. The silver scales on his battle suit clinked, and his chest rose and fell rapidly as he looked around.
The three Team Ambers he had brought with him this time were elites, yet they were all killed in a short period, not even leaving a single survivor!
Even he couldn't do it.
The Dark Energy-level equipment on the three captains was stripped clean, while the equipment of the other team members was intact.
Chihu King Lango gritted his teeth, his tightly clenched fists crackling.
He had been guarding Wormhole No.167 on Zhoucao Planet for nearly ten cosmic days but had already suffered heavy losses.
He had rushed over immediately after receiving the distress message, but it was still too late.
He had provoked someone he couldn't this time!
"This shouldn't be the case." Chihu King Lango frowned deeply.
