The probe dropped into the crevasse.
Then, there was no more response.
Ten seconds after the probe's signal was lost, the MDT could not help but say, "Buddy, something's wrong. We've lost the probe's signal. This includes the backup channels!"
"Is the signal or the probe itself lost?" Hao Ren knitted his brows together as he looked at the dark crevasse. A strange feeling rose within him. "Has something struck the probe?"
The MDT floated up next to Hao Ren's head and observed the situation in the crevasse, as though it had forgotten their quarrel a while ago. "Something is definitely wrong. The probe may just be a small potato, but it has a powerful, empire-made transceiver. No known mortal civilization can interfere with its signal. The core of the probe should have transmitted its signal back when it was attacked!"
