"Truly spectacular," he said.
"Forget it, that's enough. Come on, kill me," he sighed.
Facing Bailuo's move, Harls chose not to attack. He had already harbored a death wish; moreover, with Bailuo's current display of power, Harls didn't feel it was humiliating to die by such a force.
It was a face-saving way to go. Once dead, that was it.
Besides, scientists weren't the type to take someone head-on; their strength lay in their ability to decipher and counter any system.
"Thump, thump!"
The beating of the heart, flesh and blood, energy, consciousness, and a shred of self and personality, all trembled at this moment.
This feeling was both alien and familiar to Harls.
"Damn it!"
Suddenly, Harls clutched at his heart, his complexion dramatically changed, "What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?"
It seemed he was addressing the Electronic Frontier, but it also appeared he was speaking to some other presence.
"What's wrong?"
