Seeing Zhang Deming's confident expression and realizing he had a plan, Panx Juan'er fell silent.
She silently began working to circulate her Spiritual Power, trying to expel the strange interference within her and restore its chaotic flow.
While running, Zhang Deming and Panx Juan'er's ears twitched simultaneously, and they turned to look back.
In the distance, four figures swiftly appeared in the sky, flying toward them.
"They're using Magical Artifacts similar to jetpacks," Panx Juan'er said.
Zhang Deming's expression turned grim. It seemed that even without its Black Technology, the pure science of the Celestial Universe Federation was at least an entire era ahead of his past life.
He quickly jumped down from the tree and ducked back into the bushes. This time, however, Zhang Deming didn't break into a run.
Instead, he raised a Spiritual Shield, enveloping them both. Outside the Shield, vines and the gray mist of the Hidden Breath Skill rapidly wrapped around him.
