Xia Chujian closed her eyes, wishing she could replace them with a pair that had never seen those drifting ink lines.
Pretending she had not seen them was ultimately impossible.
She had seen them. She had seen them.
What should she do, then?
To avoid disgusting herself, there was only one path.
Destroy it!
At that moment, those drifting ink lines finally broke free of the Black Nebula Vortex's restraints and emerged into this stretch of starry sky.
The ink lines were like a drop of ink falling from the heavens, gradually stretching out as they desperately reached toward the atmosphere.
At the other end of the Black Nebula Vortex, an unknown existence that had descended upon some Zerg King was extending infinitely lengthening Nerve Whips, seeking to pass through the Black Nebula Vortex to the other side of the starry sky.
"Devour... assimilate... turn them into food for our race."
As the unknown existence whispered, wave after wave of Energy Wave attacks transmitted through the Black Nebula Vortex.
Although Xia Miao, Qin Wanglan, and the others had Second Generation Mecha, they still could not withstand this Energy Wave attack.
Some team members clutched their heads, their bodies beginning to twist uncontrollably as their screams were muffled inside their Fully Enclosed Helmets.
They felt that their mental domains had begun to mutate.
It was as if flesh buds were quietly stirring and bulging beneath their skin from time to time.
All their willpower and Mental Strength were devoted to fighting this mutagenic Energy Wave.
Xia Chujian, however, felt nothing at all, just as usual.
She simply found that ink-like black line utterly displeasing to the eye, and finally pulled the trigger.
The Energy Block inside the Destroyer No. 3 Plasma Sniper Rifle suddenly activated.
This time, the gun barrel seemingly