The snow and ice roared by, yet naturally brushed past the edge of the transparent cocoon without sticking. The clear moonlight cascaded down from above, but failed to outline the contours of the giant cocoon.
To avoid exposing his whereabouts, he had no choice but to keep the restraint belt in a color-shifting form. Now, the prototype of Black Cocoon had been cultivated to its final stage, and its ability to conceal its presence had reached a new level.
Even against the mythical-level experts of the Salvation Society, he was confident in deceiving them, which was the very reason he dared to come alone to their base.
Even if it came to sacrificing one prototype to find the enemy base's location, it would not be a losing trade.
