Was Feng Jun dead? Of course not. He had no defensive aura around him, but he had plenty of other trump cards.
The two attacks struck him, and a layer of protective energy instantly flared up around his body.
For a moment, Feng Jun did not even realize what had protected him.
Once he did, he immediately flew into a rage. "Damn it, it actually triggered my Nascent Soul Protective Talisman?"
What had been triggered was the Nascent Soul Protective Talisman—not his, but Yi Jue's Blood Essence Protective Talisman. A Peak Nascent Soul talisman could naturally protect him.
But Feng Jun was furious beyond measure. Damn it... it had actually used up one of Yi Jue's talismans?
At that moment, he truly felt like exploding. Yi Jue's talisman had three uses, and every use meant one less.
Besides... this was a Nascent Soul Protective Talisman. Wasn't using it in a situation like this a terrible waste?
Most importantly, Yi Jue was still fighting the Insect Race on the front lines. If she sensed that the Blood Essence Protective Talisman had been triggered and got distracted, causing an accident, he would never be able to atone for it even in death.
There was no time for further thought. In a flash, trailing countless arcs of electricity and sparks, he teleported two hundred li away and broke free from the battle.
For a space battle, two hundred li was not exactly close, but it was definitely not far either.
Yet the scout ship and the Flying Centipede had locked onto each other—so what if you were a Golden Core Flying Centipede?
The scout ship's rank was actually very low. At most, it was a Class E unit—Class D scout ships basically could not operate independently, and this ship happened to be Class