One day later.
In the depths of the mantle layer.
Zhao Yao was pushing the molten material away as he moved forward like a fish.
Six hours ago, the surface of the planet was no longer fit for survival. The mechanics troops and the amount of warships increased continuously and Zhao Yao was exhausting large amounts of energy to battle every moment.
Although he had Ultra Rapid Regeneration, it could not prevent weariness.
To avoid the troops from pursuing him further, Zhao Yao went deep into the mantle depths and used the naturally high temperature and pressure environment to block most of the warships and troops outside.
But, there was still a part of the troops that could still pursue him…
Zhao Yao's ears twitched and he turned his head. Although his vision was non existent with the molten substances, he could still identify things from the vibrations.
"They are here again? So fast…"
