In the starry sky, a giant flying-type Radiation Beast was running for its life, with double-digit Star Thief Ships chasing behind it.
And on the back of this A-level Radiation Beast, more than a dozen players were firing back while crazily yelling at the Plane to make the bird go faster.
The Plane was so pissed he was about to cough up blood, turning his head to viciously curse these heartless bastards.
"Who was it back then that guaranteed installing high-explosives would be silent and invisible, and who swore we'd definitely get away clean?! You guys dying is no big deal, but if my damn bird dies, it's really gone for good!"
The group of players immediately started laughing it off, dodging the topic while continuing to urge him on.
Any player who could enter the Cosmos early was a frontline player, and the "big shots" in frontline players' mouths were all level 55+ super players with sky-high Transformation Rates.
