"Altitude, 62 kilometers; speed, 0.97 Mach; still approaching; manually maintain speed balance; nearing the Space-Time Particle; visual distance 20 meters...15 meters...10 meters..."
In the radio communicator, Wei Cheng's report came through:
"Close now! 5 meters! Maintain capture distance! Please start capturing!"
Having heard Wei Cheng's signal.
Lin Xian and Gao Yang's gazes immediately turned to the adjacent monitor.
On it, they saw the first-person view of the Mechanical Arm, transmitted by the camera on top of it—
So close!
From just a few meters away, observing the mysterious Space-Time Particle, Lin Xian looked even more carefully.
Just as Liu Feng had said.
From a close view, one could see that the Space-Time Particle really seemed very unstable, like a wailing child, a raging strong man, a bomb about to explode.
The surface was spreading with intense electricity, like lightning; it also resembled millions of blue worms, thin and frantic.
