"No need," Qu Jianlei shook his head in opposition, "as long as you don't use Inner Breath... This is the spine after all!"
"We have plenty of Limb Regeneration Potions," Bentley said without hesitation, "If Wei Wushuang is dead, they'll be ours."
"But let's return to the Celestial District first," Qu Jianlei replied in a low voice, "You saw it, such a small space turned into a bloodbath?"
The space within the attack ship was indeed very cramped, and Little Lake carried a large amount of ammunition and Energy Blocks, taking up a significant amount of space.
Bentley wanted to insist, but considering that the opponent was already Supreme, he couldn't argue forcefully anymore.
Comrades are comrades, but in the face of absolute strength, it's necessary to maintain some respect.
So he could only mutter under his breath, "Can a starship without blood be called a warship?"
