Knowing Zhang He was anxious, Ling Feng didn't say anything, and followed him out of the command center, then to the equipment room.
Seeing the astronaut-like suits placed here, Ling Feng asked, "Have any of your people gone down?"
"Yes, but these suits can only last ten minutes, and that stone coffin emits a mysterious energy that people can't endure for long. After a few minutes, they'll feel severe headaches, so our people couldn't get close before having to retreat," Zhang He replied.
"Alright, hearing this, I'm even more interested!"
Ling Feng nodded, then looked at Zhang He: "I must tell you, helping with such a big task, you have to remember my kindness!"
"Don't worry, don't worry, I can even put you on a pedestal!"
Zhang He, somewhat impatient, pushed him directly in front of the protective suits.
Ling Feng shook his head helplessly and then started putting on the suit.
While dressing, he asked, "By the way, what is this place?"
"Haven't I told you?"
