Shadows of the Deep Space Chapter 1650: 531: Sorry_4

Fortunately, the fog lamp is active, so if any adversary draws near, it will be unmasked.

Just then, Su Ming guided Ilyas out of the Light Shuttle alongside Rhein and the others, swiftly maneuvering to Zhang Yi’s position.

“Where’s the threat?” Su Ming queried with a grave tone.

“Concealed somewhere in this white mist, but its speed is so erratic that I cannot track it,” Zhang Yi admitted, failing to pinpoint any specific direction.

Su Ming and his companions peered into the dense white haze, yet everything remained void.

“Zhang Yi, are you certain you aren't imagining things?” Ankaga ventured to ask.

“That is impossible; every soldier present witnessed it,” Zhang Yi countered, his expression darkening.

Su Ming turned directly to Little Grey.

“Little Grey, is there an entity lurking in the fog?”

Little Grey chirped incessantly, pointing firmly toward a dense pocket of mist.

Su Ming snapped his gaze toward the spot and caught a glimpse of a massive form darting past, his expression hardening. He turned to address Rhein’s group.

“Rhein, all of you head back to the Light Shuttle. I will deal with this intruder.”

“Boss, are you sure you don’t require our assistance?”

“No need. It is more efficient to face it with only Little Grey, as we are less likely to lose our way.”

“Understood!”

Rhein and his team maneuvered their mechas toward the Light Shuttle.

Su Ming pushed Ilyas forward, transforming into a streak of radiance as he plunged into the white mist.

Visibility plummeted instantly.

“Blast, I can barely see a thing,” Celeste remarked while shaking her head.

Suddenly, a titanic shadow swept by the right side of Ilyas. Su Ming instinctively swung his mecha around, but like a ghost, there was nothing there.

“Little Grey, I need your senses!” Su Ming commanded sternly.

The creature chirped, extending a tiny paw to indicate the direction.

Su Ming unleashed the full output of Ilyas, moving in accordance with Little Grey’s cues. The small creature continued to shift the heading, and Su Ming adjusted his flight path with precise, twitching movements.

Minutes passed before Su Ming spotted a faint, massive outline within the vapor. His gaze narrowed; he raised his Dragon Base Spear, surged forward like a bolt of light, and lunged.

As he closed the distance, the entity came into full view: a thousand-meter-tall behemoth shaped like a humanoid, crafted entirely from white substance with blue jacaranda patterns. It possessed three pairs of white wings, and a head that looked like a roiling plume of smoke, emanating a restrained yet terrifying power.

Su Ming drove the spear forward with lethal intent.

Suddenly, an invisible barrier manifested from the void.

Crack!

The Dragon Base Spear collided with the wall, causing it to warp, though it did not shatter.

Su Ming’s eyelids twitched. Judging by the resilience of that shield, he knew this creature easily surpassed a VI-type hero.

At that instant, the unknown entity flapped its wings, unleashing an invisible shockwave.

Su Ming triggered the AT Barrier Clothing, but the sheer force sent Ilyas spinning backward. By the time he regained control of his mecha, the creature had vanished.

“Little Grey, where did it go?” Su Ming scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

Little Grey let out a series of chirps.

“What are you implying? Indicate the direction!”

“Are you slow?” Celeste countered. “Little Grey says it fled.”

“Ran away?” Su Ming’s face grew grim as he glared at the distant fog.

“Let us abandon this, Su Ming. We should head back. This Mist Star Sea is the enemy’s territory; we are at a severe disadvantage.” Observing his frustration, Celeste offered this counsel.

After a moment of pensive silence, Su Ming reluctantly chose to disengage.

“You are correct.”

The Mist Star Sea was the enemy’s home turf; fighting within it was effectively sparring with a blindfold. Moreover, he was operating a Biological Mecha, and if the enemy refused a head-on collision, his resources would be drained to zero.

Celeste’s digital avatar offered a nod of approval.

Su Ming steered Ilyas back toward the Light Shuttle, docking in the hangar moments later.

He popped the cockpit canopy and drifted down to the deck.

“Boss, what happened?” Rhein and the others hurried over.

“I drove it back,” Su Ming replied with a cool demeanor.

“What are our orders, Boss? Shall we keep hunting or initiate our return?” Rhein asked.

“Return. We are heading to central control.”

After a brief silence, Su Ming led his group toward the bridge. Though he longed for Lin Chuyu to be alive elsewhere, his reason told him the truth was likely far crueler.

…

Inside the command center, Li Menghan and the crew rose to greet them.

“Lord Su Ming, you have returned.”

“Yes, prepare for our departure,” Su Ming commanded.

“Understood!” The crew immediately engaged the propulsion systems.

Su Ming sat in the command chair, Little Grey still clutched in his arms. The small creature pointed a paw, and the ship rotated to follow the heading.

He remained silent, periodically skimming through the diary. Rhein and the others kept their distance, the heavy atmosphere thick with unspoken tension.

“Rhein,” Su Ming finally broke the silence. “You need not remain here. All of you have been exhausted by this journey. I will keep watch; go seek some rest.”

“It is alright, we aren't tired,” Rhein replied with an artificial smile.

As they spoke, a gargantuan shadow erupted from the mist, hurtling past the hull of the ship.