This universe seems to have absorbed the stability around it, and it has always burst out a bone-broken cold. It is not a physical cold, but a low temperature that is enough to penetrate into the soul.

That terrifying aura, for example, the oppression brought to him by any of the shadow commanders who had seen on other floating ships before, was even more intense and uneasy, even making him feel alert.

But so many thoughts flashed by, time was just a moment, and the creature in the shadow had taken shape in an instant, and then stretched out a hand to him.

It was a pale, translucent, like the hand of the dead.

Each of its fingertips seems to be composed of extremely cold ice crystals, which slowly stretches forward, allowing the surrounding air to solidify into frost and fall down.

The speed was extremely slow, but the space it passed through had a strange physical law, as if the flow of time had been infinitely extended, causing people to stagnate in it and unable to move.

Because of the Red Leaf and Liuying, Fang Yu had already raised enough vigilance in his heart. Before the cold breath touched him, he had already reached behind him and used his thumb to pick a leather buckle on the belt.

A six-legged structure hanging there fell lightly to the ground like a spider, spreading its mechanical limbs.

Then the teleportation core of the "mirror" placed in it was instantly activated, and in a flashing light, it changed its position with a clockwork fairy not far away.

Fang Yu raised his head and stared at the shadow that was hitting him with a flash. He said that it was late and soon, he pressed his hand on his control gloves and shouted in a low voice: "Confinement--"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The six-legged structure suddenly appeared after the shadow, and a gravity trap rose up. The entire space seemed to be condensed, and the purple flame flowing in the shadow seemed to slow down at that moment.

The pale, ghostly hand also fell apart under the pull of gravity.

But Fang Yu knew that it was just an illusion, and the hand he saw was nothing more than an attack from the soul level.

When the opponent's attack stagnates, the illusion will naturally collapse-

He could probably guess that Hongye and Liuying were lost in this illusion. Whether it was a shadow dancer or a craftsman, when facing attack methods other than physical attacks, he always lacked the necessary response methods.

He himself is actually the same, but if he hadn't received a warning from the encounter between Liuying and Hongye, then he would be a little too incompetent.

The difference is that he knows how to take the initiative.

Fang Yu didn't say anything nonsense, and immediately threw away the lion gun in his hand, pulled out another firearm, aiming at the right hand and pulling the trigger.

As he expected, under the limitations of the gravity trap, the shadow had lost its means of dodging, and the dark smoke spread particularly slowly. Before he could react, he had been shot three times.

Fang Yu had known in advance that physical attacks could work for the other party. The next moment he heard the other party let out a low roar, and the sound was filled with shame and anger.

Filmmakers are undoubtedly wise—

Fang Zhu did not expect to kill this thing with only three shots. He is not a professional gunman, and the firearms he uses are also the most basic. The damage is not high and there is no additional effect.

But he just hoped to stop the other party for a moment, just to buy enough time for the craftsmen who left that Yuechen.

In the fierce battle, life and death will always be divided, and he never thought that he would survive.

He threw away the firearms in his hand. The filling speed of these old-fashioned firearms was basically unnecessary to expect. Being able to play a round of roles in battle was the greatest effect they could do.

What's more, the gravity trap can only trap the other party for a while. Fang Zhu actually silently estimated the time in his heart. The biggest advantage of craftsmen on the battlefield is actually their judgment of the situation. Distraction can make them pay attention to every detail in the battle situation at all times.

There are some details that may not be useful, but they are accumulated enough to form an advantage.

They are not masters who are good at fighting, but they must be qualified war artists. They can play the greatest role if they are surrounded by teammates, otherwise.

The components on their hands are not impossible to use either.

The gravity trap really disappeared at that moment.

The six-legged component was damaged in a jumping electric light because it was too overloaded and could not be reused. This is a common problem for the few modified "Ts-1 lurkers" of square leopards. This small low-level energy center of the construction cannot supply the "gravity core" and the "transmission core" from the mirror at the same time, so it can only be used in overload.

Once used, its energy center will burn into a piece of coke.

At that moment, Fang Zhu fired his flying claws that he called the "Rocket Fist" to the shadow, but the tall shadow only roared, raised his hand to block it up, and swept his control gloves and the cable behind it.

The other party is obviously not only good at attacking at the soul level, but also has amazing power.

Moreover, Fang Rong noticed that when his control gloves were in contact with the shadow, a purple light suddenly jumped out of the magic furnace behind him, and the two spare magic crystals inserted on it suddenly exploded into powder.

Before he could react to what was going on, the clockwork fairy controlled by him, as well as the gloves that flew out, fell to the ground in a purple light.

"Inefficient energy utilization-"

“Bad imitation.”

In Fang Zhu's astonishment, a roaring sound suddenly came from the shadow.

The next moment, the other party had raised his claws and swept across the direction he was.
Chapter completed!