The people on the bridge stared, dumbstruck.
What kind of godlike strength was this?
And what kind of godlike stamina?
More importantly, what kind of godlike brain was this?
"Success! Our power is back!"
Sister Mengmeng immediately gave the order. "Activate the phase disruptor and mislead the enemy missiles!"
"Yes!" The operator immediately began working. "The phase disruptor is active. Since we were already locked on, its interference is limited. We are still not out of danger!"
Li Yunmeng decisively said, "We have to retake the Power Furnace and make an emergency maneuver. Zhuzi, you have five minutes and twenty-seven seconds left."
"More than enough." Shi Tie Zhu had already started sprinting.
In his field of vision, his mind technique marked out a countdown, precisely showing the remaining time.
The seconds ticked down, tick, tick. Every beat seemed like Death drawing nearer, rippling with a terrifyingly deep echo.
Time should have been fair to everyone, but to Shi Tie Zhu, Death's footsteps were especially slow, especially distant.
Because speed was relative. When he burned Thought Energy and unleashed his sharp edge, his speed increased. Increased to the point where he was qualified to race Death.
In the blink of an eye, Shi Tie Zhu arrived before the airlock of the power compartment like a bolt of arcing lightning.
The airlock was locked.
A screen in the corridor suddenly lit up, and Sister Mengmeng's voice came from it. "This is the surveillance feed from inside. There are quite a lot of rebels. How do you need me to cooperate?"
Shi Tie Zhu swiftly swept his gaze over the surveillance footage, rapidly counting the enemies and their positions in his mind.
There were forty-three people in total, quite a large number. Several of them were positioned where they would not be easy