Han and his crew rushed out of the dimension and headed to the Tribal Alliance. But on the main channel in the dark network, an odd looking Dark Battleship was rushing away.
In the medical room, automatic laser stitching surgery was taking place. Han’s Flying Feather Bow wasn’t a piece of crap bow used to shoot small animals. It was a godly weapon, its lights were like dragons, speed was like lightning, and it had hurt the black warrior’s arm.
There was a pool of golden blood on the ground. Han would never imagine that this black warrior would have a golden bloodline. In Han’s mind, golden bloodlines were only seen in beasts. It was not scientific for intelligent lives like humans to have golden blood.
