Fang Mo appeared atop a mountain peak, surrounded by a world of ice and snow.
This time, he had moved hundreds of thousands of miles away. He did not believe they could still track him.
After he waited a moment, the Bronze Mirror remained quiet, showing no sign that he was being tracked. Even the Ancestral Dragon Blade was utterly still.
Although Liquid Metal Warriors possessed combat strength comparable to Void Glimpse Realm experts, they were not truly experts of that realm. Their wills could not perceive the sea of stars as a Void Glimpse Realm expert's could. Had his pursuer been one, Fang Mo would not have escaped so easily.
A Liquid Metal Battle Armor gauntlet formed over his hand, then cast a projection.
In the image, space split open, and a warrior clad in orange-gold Liquid Metal Battle Armor appeared in the sky. His powerful aura made even space tremble. The next instant, he looked over, and the image dissolved into static.
"They actually deployed a level seven Liquid Metal Warrior. No wonder they could lock onto me instantly!"
Fang Mo's eyes darkened, his expression turning grave.
He had gone a little too far this time. Having destroyed three of the Mechanical Empire's fortresses, he had probably made them determined to kill him before they could rest easy. Otherwise, they would not have deployed a level seven Liquid Metal Warrior so readily.
For now, though, his plan to fish in troubled waters had fallen somewhat flat.
"Let's see how the Black Flame Fortress is doing."
A mischievous look crossed Fang Mo's face as another image projected from his hand, showing the situation at the Black Flame Fortress. Before leaving, he had deployed more than a dozen liquid gold reconnaissance devices precisely to keep track of the Mechanical Empire.