Bryant fully exerted himself to sense the existence of the Life Spirit Body, but what he perceived were all clusters of cold Black Holes.
'It's all over.'
Bryant's lips curled into a serene smile.
In his mind, he reflected on his somewhat absurd life, but most of the images that appeared before him were related to Yang Ming.
Bryant didn't mind calling Yang Ming his master;
The master had not asked him to do much, often maintaining respect towards him, a kind of respect Bryant had never experienced before.
Though the master had defeated him, he had not enslaved him.
Isn't this also a form of pure love?
As Bryant was thinking this, the sound of Mechanical Guards moving arose, and the visor of Bryant's helmet became transparent.
Bryant looked up ahead, acutely noticing some unusual places.
The Mechanical Guards seemed to be saluting in a certain direction.
Then, Bryant heard the voice of an old man:
