Yang Yuan ascended rapidly, his own flight speed in the atmosphere reaching five hundred meters per second.
Within less than three seconds, he was above the clouds, looking down coldly at the impact wave sweeping out crazily below.
"This is several hundred kilometers away from the Technology Association's main hall; it shouldn't accidentally hurt Jiayan and the others, right?"
He hurriedly used the Power Armor's radar to scan the situation over there.
The result took him by surprise because the radar on the Power Armor couldn't scan the Technology Association's base at all.
On the radar, that area appeared as ordinary wilderness, identical to the surrounding environment, being ravaged by strong winds.
Of course, the Power Armor was manufactured by the Technology Association, so naturally, they wouldn't leave their weaknesses exposed to outsiders.
"Let's go back and take a look."
