Bab 576: Smart Maomao

Four Symbol Crystal Mine. 

Maomao Ship's Motor Room.

Currently, Maomao was full of killing intent. If he could find the bastard who did this, he would let the person know how serious of a mistake it was for him to be born into this world.

He expanded his mental force into every corner. Despite this, he didn't find anything abnormal.

Using mental force at this degree was too exhausting. In a few minutes, sweat trickled down. He felt his head bursting with pain, but he didn't stop.

Damned thief!

Damned space transmission god art!

This type of god art was too unfair. As long as space wasn't locked, one could go wherever he wanted.

If not for that, even a level-five planetary state would take quite some time to damage the door of the motor room.

He didn't find this person anywhere!

Nowhere!

Maomao's chest felt heavy. This fury was raging.