The dome spotlights of Hangar Seven were brightly lit all night.
After a low engine roar, the all-black X-01 Prototype glided into its bay like a Ghost and came to a steady stop.
The cockpit canopy popped open without a sound.
A scorching blast of air, a mixture of Spiritual Power and heated metal, rushed out to meet him.
Han Feng braced himself on the edge of the cockpit with one hand, then vaulted out and landed lightly on the floor.
THUD!
An incredibly dull, heavy thud resounded. The special high-strength alloy floor beneath his feet cracked, with several frightening, web-like fissures spreading out from the point of impact.
It was as if what had landed wasn't a person, but a precisely calculated miniature battering ram.
Han Feng casually wiped away the last bead of sweat from his temple.
It was a sign that the impurities in his body had been completely refined, and his physical density had increased once again.
