Woo—
The piercing wail of the siren filled Yang Ming's ears, the sound constantly amplifying and diminishing, changing periodically.
Yang Ming sprinted along the corridor inside the ship.
Without hesitation, he rushed straight to the bridge.
Ahead, a squad of soldiers appeared, quickly and expertly setting up their guns to intercept.
The elite regular forces of the New Federation were not slow in their response.
Yang Ming, slinging a laser gun, had no intention of raising it; the new kind of Light Sword in his hand exploded with a scorching brilliance, and the strong magnetic field caused the incoming Light Bullets to veer off course slightly.
Yang Ming's eyes burst with a blood-red glow, and a blood film surged around his body. As he was already sprinting, his body suddenly floated, his speed surging several times!
More than ten laser guns fired desperately, but the Light Bullets themselves didn't have much kinetic energy.
