Lin Mo immediately asked:
"Pangu, report on the air conditions on Kona Satellite!"
Pangu AI answered instantly.
[Detection results: oxygen content is below Blue Star standards. The air contains high concentrations of sulfides, corrosive particles, and unknown gases.] [Toxic to ordinary humans.] [Without protection, an ordinary adult is estimated to survive forty-seven to sixty-three minutes, experiencing symptoms including dizziness, respiratory tract burns, and internal organ poisoning.]
Lin Mo looked toward the Demon Tide still surging madly toward them in the distance.
Densely packed monsters trampled over mountains of charred corpses, crashing into the defensive line like waves of a black tide.
The flames of explosions rolled across the wasteland, and the air reeked of scorched flesh and molten metal.
If they dragged this out any longer, they would surely die!
He took a deep breath and said:
"I have a third-order constitution, far beyond an ordinary person's."
"With healing magic too, I should be able to hold out."
With that, he turned toward the two somewhat stunned elf elders, who were still staring at where the wormhole had vanished, and said:
"Elders, help me secure the perimeter."
"Don't let any members of the Demon Clan approach. I'm going to open an Astral Portal."
The earth-element elder recovered first. Tightening his grip on his staff, he said gravely:
"Understood, Lord Lin Mo."
The Wood Elder also nodded, his expression solemn:
"May the Goddess of Nature protect us."
He had known it. Other planets really were dangerous!
But it had already happened. Complaining was useless. All he could do was pray they would make it back alive.
Lin Mo said to Pangu:
"Open the cockpit."
"Enter autonomous control mode."
[Understood, Master. Opening now.]
The Pangu Mecha dropped to one knee, and the layers of armor across its chest