Chen Xuan and Honglian had already dived down to the crash site of the spacecraft.
If Frontline Band had arrived here, the first thing they would have needed to do was open a passage into the spacecraft. But Chen Xuan noticed that its hatch was tightly sealed, an obvious sign that boded ill for their original plan.
After all, the search team had received a distress signal from the agency operatives, indicating that the survivors had abandoned the ship and escaped. If that was the case, there had been no need for them to lock the hatch.
Of course, Lin Qing and Xiao Ji would surely have brought breaching equipment as well. But whether they used Laser to cut through the locking mechanism or planted shaped charges to blast open the door, it would take at least a minute. The Sky Patroller could appear at any moment during that time. And even with forcible dismantling, there was no guarantee they could get the door open.
According to Paradise, this spacecraft was a high-end product capable of freely traveling through the atmosphere.
But now, all that trouble could be skipped.
After gliding down to the ground, Honglian raced to the spacecraft and pressed both hands against its dust-covered hull, beginning to "register" it—this was also a prerequisite for using "Shifting Forms, Changing Shadows." For small objects like bullets and coins, she could complete the registration the instant she held them in her hand. Large objects, however, took much longer and consumed far more stamina.
The largest object she had moved before was a passenger bus.
Yet this spacecraft wreckage was larger than ten buses put together.
Honglian felt the strength drain rapidly from her body. Her arms grew as heavy as mountains, while her shoulders felt as though they bore a