Underground, Mo Qiong's collision was earth-shattering.
The power of the over-equipped armored giant had shaken the giant insects, but it had also destroyed Mo Qiong's body.
Although Mo Qiong had done everything he could to cushion the impact, although he had chosen to use an entire arm to bear the main pressure, and although his body had suffered only a tiny fraction of that force weighing tens of thousands of jun.
His body still collapsed under the tremendous force, and his blood instantly vaporized and burst outward, filling the scene.
When Mo Qiong felt his heart rupture, he realized that he was done for.
Did he regret it? There was nothing to regret.
If he had not done this, everyone would have died together. Now that he had risked everything, he had at least successfully contained the giant insects.
It was called containment, but in reality, it was certain death.
Those enormous giant insects had been shot into a sealed sphere. If it had been any other sphere, they definitely would have burst it open—but their target had happened to be a Best Metal sphere.
Without a doubt, this containment was equivalent to the most powerful form of physical destruction.
He had succeeded. Although he could not see what happened afterward, he knew that Master Gou and the others should be able to survive.
Of course, Mo Qiong wanted to survive too. He still wanted to become the president of the Blue White Society. But dead was dead—what could he do about it?
Enough people had died in this mission. At that moment, Mo Qiong remembered Luo Yi's words: Society members were people who continually witnessed death, and then went on to die themselves.
In truth, everyone was like that. Mo Qiong had not expected himself to face death so