'Out of energy already?'
Han Feng immediately used Introspection to check.
He saw that in his Dantian, his once-abundant 800 drops of Sword Essence had dwindled to less than 80, cowering pitifully in a corner.
He glanced at the timer on the wall.
Three minutes and twelve seconds.
'This isn't burning fuel. This is burning my life away.'
Han Feng's mouth twitched.
Going all out with the "Escapee" suit could drain him dry in just three minutes.
Although its speed was absurd, so fast that an ordinary fighter jet might not even catch him during takeoff, its endurance was a major drawback.
'Looks like being Jarvis isn't so easy after all.'
Han Feng sighed, pulled an extremely expensive bottle of [High-Energy Spiritual Liquid] from his pocket, and chugged it down.
Although it had its flaws, its merits far outweighed them.
This equipment was never meant for drawn-out battles anyway.
Its purpose was very clear:
