Qin Feng held [Raging Waves], his gaze as calm as still water.
"Alright then, let's begin."
Zongyun's voice rang out.
Before his voice had even faded, Qin Feng's figure had already stepped into the circular airlock at the far end of the room, marked "Planetary Surface Drop Channel."
Amid the cold sound of the mechanical gate closing, Qin Feng's vision was plunged into darkness, followed immediately by an intense sensation of weightlessness.
The drop pod he was in, like a cannonball fired from its barrel, was shot along an electromagnetic rail at a terrifying acceleration toward the massive, yellowish-brown planet below.
BOOM!
The drop pod slammed heavily onto rust-red gravel, and the hatch depressurized and burst open.
A blast of scorching air, thick with the smell of metallic rust, sulfur, and the stench of rotting unknown creatures, rushed in, so acrid it made his throat parch.
