To be honest, Yu Sheng was still rather surprised.
After all, he had seen people who were good at playing the fool, and he had seen people who remained impassioned even with death staring them in the face. But this was the first time he had seen someone who was both such a shameless coward and so impassioned.
The flash of light suddenly vanished in the distance. Clearly, some kind of teleportation technology had been used—perhaps it was a safe hideout prepared in advance, or perhaps it had been randomly sent to some unknown corner of outer space. Either way, it disappeared from Yu Sheng's perception.
That left him somewhat regretful. He should have spent more time studying the structure of this spaceship, at least looking for offensive weapons or something. Then he might still have had time to fire at that flash of light when it began accelerating.
Of course, it was too late to think about that now. And although he was a little disappointed, Yu Sheng wasn't completely without a backup plan. During his battle with that Sage, he had already seeped his blood into the steel and left a little "mark" on his opponent.
It didn't matter if he couldn't track him down for now. The fear of blood and death would grow on its own. When fate brought them together, the prey would return to the hunter's side.
Thus, Yu Sheng quickly adjusted his mindset and shifted his attention back to the inside of the spaceship.
The Sage had escaped, but not everyone had. There were plenty of secrets he could pry out of the surviving cultists.
In the wrecked control hall, the surviving members of the Hermetic Society were still imprisoned in individual steel cages. The sturdy restraints formed by the living metal made