Shen Bing knew his own limitations.
He had only escaped detection last time because he had been lucky. Who knew whether those bastards in the Alien Base would come out to search?
If he got caught red-handed, losing an A2 Fighter Jet would be a minor matter. Losing the Demon Puppet Artisan here, however, would be a devastating blow.
The Demon Puppet Artisan was fast enough anyway. A little extra time would make no difference.
Although the Demon Puppet Artisan had undergone the Master Recognition Protocol with Shen Bing upon being transported out of the Gate to the Immortal Realm, allowing them to communicate mentally, there were limitations.
That communication could not reach very far.
Forget communicating between the moon and Earth—it would not even work across cities.
Fortunately, Shen Bing did not need to rely on that ability. Phantom Immortal Technology's communications technology could easily solve the problem.
"Lu Shiba, shrink down and take a look around first," Shen Bing instructed.
An instant later, Lu Shiba vanished from the screen before Shen Bing, as though he had never existed.
But the next second, the entire image began streaming backward, like the scenery flashing past on either side of a high-speed train.
Several minutes passed, and the black Alien Base appeared on the screen again. Everything looked just as it had before.
As Shen Bing had expected, Lu Shiba's approach did not raise any alarms at the Alien Base.
He circled the base once. With scanning capabilities far superior to X-rays, he effortlessly mapped out its perimeter.
The entire Alien Base covered more than ten square kilometers, while Lu Shiba's scanning radius was less than five hundred meters. Naturally, he could not see through the whole base.
Although the perimeter was not part of the base's core and contained no