The main brain, suspended in the air, began to slowly descend, the white blaze radiating thousands of rays, resembling a deity descending upon the world from afar.
At this moment, the main brain noticed something.
In the center of the white blaze stirred by the light gun, a wisp of black suddenly appeared, initially inconspicuous and hard to notice.
But as time passed, the battlefield began to undergo a massive transformation; that hint of black grew increasingly dense, devouring all the white blaze it touched, ultimately surging outward like a wildfire.
At the very center of that black fire, Su Mo's body stood tall and steadfast.
Facing the light gun rushing at him, the fighting intent in his eyes did not diminish; instead, it burned hotter, as he boldly grasped it directly in mid-air.
