But the result... that's it?
Chen Ming feels like he's playing a game of wits with the air.
Previously, he felt some pressure in his chest, as he truly did not know the strength, number, and location of the reinforcements.
But since the Mechanical Race's reinforcements have now appeared, there's nothing left to say.
However, he still has questions in his mind.
Is it really that simple?
The multitude of traps previously laid by the Mechanical Race for him were nearly unavoidable unless he had special abilities.
Some were explicitly targeting his abilities, but his hidden abilities were more than the Mechanical Race had discovered, which is why they hadn't achieved their goals.
And now the backup measures arranged by the Mechanical Race seem lacking in the previous feeling, making him wonder if this could also be a trap to let his guard down?
It's hard to say.
Chen Ming's gaze swept across the Mechanical Race's external reinforcement fleet.
