The Agent Smith No. 6 that had arrived following the coordinate beams did not immediately engage in combat. Frowning, it glances at the ceiling before it breaks down into countless small black cubes, melting into the corner's wall. This was the Mother Empress' virtual world, and as an antivirus software, it had unlimited access rights.
With the lollipop forgotten in his mouth, Lu Fan summons his spider mount to ensure mobility and, holding his thunderstorm rifle loudly, he pricks his ears to listen.
Everyone was startled and looked around in alarm, their faces filled with surprise.
Soon, a rustling sound, like that of a spring silkworm devouring a mulberry leaf, began to rise. The sound grew more intense, filling the dim underground parking lot.
"What is it?" Bai Guo felt his scalp tingle and saw a little bug fall on his shoulder. He tried to flick it off but the bug stuck to his finger.
