As soon as this voice sounded, the mechanical female voice was silent for a moment, and then all the guns on the ring retracted, returning to their original form.
"Received, the alarm has been lifted."
Seeing this scene, Xue An halted his sword movement and did not strike immediately, instead watching coldly.
The people inside the Starship, including Huyue, naturally did the same, all watching with a sharp gaze.
At this moment, the void in front flickered slightly, and then a three-dimensional projection of a man appeared.
This was a man in a white lab coat, appearing not very old, with a handsome face beneath a mess of hair, and his left eye was a kind of mechanical prosthetic.
Yet it did not seem strange; rather, it gave him an additional kind of frenzied charisma.
At this moment, the man looked at Xue An with excitement all over his face, "To think that self-evolution could reach a height like yours, it seems that the cultivation of the old era is not without its merits!"
