Li Yao was like a ghost who had returned from the deepest level in the hell. The ragged crystal suit he was wearing did not seem lackluster, but full of deadly mysteries.
"Crack! Crack!"
Li Yao tore off his helmet which had become too twisted to be opened automatically. He grimaced happily with his lips curled.
To this moment, Zuo Feijing finally understood everything. His face was so gloomy that one might have thought it was going to rain at any moment. He gnashed his teeth. "There was nothing wrong with the crystal reactor of the Mystic Skeleton Battlesuit. It was just a pretense, wasn't it?"
Li Yao narrowed his eyes, which looked like two sharp sabers.
