บท 898: Strike!

"Quick!"

"Quick!"

"Faster!"

…

Round Ball found Wang Teng's position. It was extremely nervous and kept muttering to itself.

The Olant Federation spacecraft chased after Wang Teng relentlessly. Beams of light inundated him without a stop. This was like a cat and mouse game!

But in actual fact, this was an illusion Wang Teng had created for his opponents. He possessed space talent, so once he was prepared, he could evade his opponents' attacks easily.

However, he didn't do it. He pretended that his every dodge was precarious. It was as if he just managed to dodge the attacks due to luck.

The martial warriors from the Olant Federation didn't think that Wang Teng could escape, so they weren't in a rush. They continued tailing him closely.

"Round Ball, open the cabin door!" More than ten minutes later, Wang Teng finally reached the QY-E63 spacecraft.

"Okay!" Round Ball was invigorated. It quickly opened the cabin door.