Demonic Liquid

Fang Mo told Bai Wuchen all about the mech's characteristics, methods of attack, and the strengths and weaknesses of mech combat.

After all, he came from a technological world. The Galactic Alliance had mechs as well, so he certainly knew more about them than Bai Wuchen. Besides, the conflict between the Tianli Sect and the Mechanical Empire had ended ten thousand years ago. Much information had likely long since been forgotten or even lost.

Bai Wuchen occasionally raised his own questions. He had gained some insights during his battles against mechs as well.

Fang Mo answered them all one by one. By now, he had no way back.

Only by dealing with the Mechanical Empire might he resolve the Galactic Alliance's crisis. Judging from the messages Ying Wu had sent, Old Zhong should have made preparations as well. By preventing them from returning and leaving him without worries at his back, it seemed he was placing some of his hopes on Fang Mo.

At the very least, the goodwill the Tianli Sect had shown him so far allowed him to see a glimmer of hope.

Moreover, he was laying the groundwork in case matters were exposed. If the Galactic Alliance's affairs came to light and their identities were discovered, at least he would have earned some merit and would not be purged by the Tianli Sect.

Still, he remained worried. Thus, until now, he had not revealed any information related to the Galactic Alliance.

"Why do you know so much about the Mechanical Empire?"

Suddenly, Bai Wuchen stared directly into Fang Mo's eyes, as if he could see through his heart. Fang Mo faintly sensed his aura locking onto him. He knew that if he answered poorly, Bai Wuchen might very well make a move.

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