The old man's words instantly dispelled Bo Luo's restless thoughts.
Few could resist the temptation of Meteorite Iron, but it was another matter entirely when their lives were at risk.
"Damned Red Stone Tribe!"
Bo Luo cursed under his breath and slammed his wooden paddle into the water, sending waves several meters high into the air.
"Shut up. We're on the river channel now. Never say anything like that again." The old man rebuked him sternly. The burly Bo Luo frowned in displeasure, but ultimately said nothing more.
After several seconds of staring at each other, Bo Luo lowered his head and began rowing.
The canoe continued onward. The disturbance caused by the meteorite had lasted no more than thirty seconds from beginning to end.
Scanning the surrounding environment. Temperature: 27 degrees. Nitrogen content: approximately 71%. Oxygen content: 27%. Rare gases and other impurities: 1%. No toxic components detected. Close to standard atmospheric composition. Humans can breathe directly.
A string of data appeared before his eyes.
Mu Fan shook his head, freeing himself from the lingering tremors.
"This area really is strange. The worst part is this inexplicable spatial suppression field. Evil Wing, you stupid dragon, why were you flying so fast?!"
However, Black's voice was destined to reach only Mu Fan's ears. All communications had been cut off.
"This is an area similar to Ancient Ruins. The stronger the mechanical energy, the greater the suppression."
"Or perhaps this is an Ancient Ruins site itself—an Ancient Ruins from another universe."
Mu Fan spoke in a low voice as he panted, trying to move his arm.
Yet his arm seemed to be glued in place. A tremendous reverse pulling force prevented Asura's arm from moving.
Countless fine Black Stockings-like threads clung to the mech's scorching shell. Those black filaments