The pitch-black shell emitted a scorching aura; even under the continuous acceleration by Chen Ming, the impact didn't cause any effective damage to him.
The impact couldn't even compare to the projectile speed of a Gauss Cannon shell, and meant nothing to Chen Ming.
The scorching heat on Chen Ming gradually dissipated; ignoring the potential arrival of Zuo Jing from outside, he chose to directly go after the Spirit Beast.
Anyway, if Zuo Jing dared to open the door now, he would die; the influence brought by the Spirit Beast could bewitch even him, so it would be a luxury for some ordinary people just to survive a meeting.
Even with Zuo Jing there, a Psychic at most could only ensure self-preservation.
No need to say more, turning back to deal with Zuo Jing would just be a waste of time. It would be better to take care of the Spirit Beast instead.
Chen Ming headed straight towards the center of the lab.
