5% of energy.

This has already reached Shura’s energy alert line.

At the same time, there were still slight wounds on the surface of the pitch-black mecha body undergoing self-healing, and Mu Fan’s energy scale in front of him continued to gently tick downwards.

But unlike before, Mu Fan wasn’t overly worried at this moment.

Because that blazing half heart—[Heart of Shura], was steadily and silently beating.

With each beat, within Shura’s shared vision, red light points around the mecha body were continuously attracted and absorbed into the body.

After the micro wounds on the surface were repaired, the energy scale’s descent stopped, and after a second, it actually began to slowly climb, even if extremely minutely... increasing less than one thousandth per second.

But it was rising!

Absorption of cosmic free energy, filter purification, then conversion to self-energy.

This is the most crucial function of [Heart of Shura] for him and Shura!

"Roar!" Evil Wing nodded resolutely.

At this moment, with no enemies around, it could safely charge forward.

The massive wings spread, head held high, twenty-four human-sized dragon scales on its neck detached, floating before Shura... rotating into a silver halo.

Evil Wing’s gaze showed uncharacteristic earnestness.

And Mu Fan’s expression at this time... was like a pilgrimage.

No one saw, at this moment his fist was clenched tightly, his fingers deeply embedded into his palm.

Lips pressed tightly together, yet the muscles on his cheeks were prominently clenched.

Time ticked by, minute by minute.

A hint of impatience flickered in Evil Wing’s huge pupils.

A full 2 minutes without any sensed energy fluctuations... looking at it this way, there are only two possibilities.

The opponent out of Evil Wing’s sensory range, perhaps the gravitational fluctuation occurred in this world, but not around it and Shura, leaving no trace.

The second possibility is that it occurred and then faded into an energy explosion, gravitational wave traces completely covered!

Neither of these possibilities... are what Mu Fan wanted to see.

The feeling of experiencing despair, the same as when it first entered Luqin Universe and fell into Solomon’s hands.

A high crystal stone involuntarily moved backward into the throat, crushed between the teeth, instantly turning into a searing energy.

Yet faced with such delicious pure energy, Evil Wing did not choose to swallow it, but suddenly transformed into dragon breath, spewing it onto the rotating reversed scale.

The silver halo suddenly accelerated!

Strands of dazzling white light began to appear in Evil Wing’s huge dragon eyes.

This dragon was searching with all its might!

second, 2 seconds...

After 50 seconds, the third high crystal stone in Evil Wing’s mouth shattered, and even the spinning reversed scale began to shimmer red, the white light receded in Evil Wing’s pupils, replaced by a red warning glow.

A minute later, the dragon scales before Evil Wing suddenly stopped rotating.

Those scales no longer had their previous silvery shine, now covered with fine cracks, scorched red under high temperatures.

"...Can’t find it... is it?" Mu Fan slowly began to speak, his voice becoming extraordinarily hoarse within just a minute.

This minute, for him, was a process of intense mental collision, as if a year had passed.

Evil Wing’s movements stiffened, it dared not turn, nor answer, but its eyelids drooped sadly.

"Roar..."

[I’m sorry.]

This was its first apology.

For some reason, it felt really sad.

It really wanted to help Mu Fan.

But now it was truly powerless...

Evil Wing lowered its head like a child who had done something wrong.

"You’ve already tried your best, thank you... maybe this is hope and disappointment." Mu Fan’s body trembled gently, the steadfast and indifferent gaze finally receded from his eyes.

When hope is gone, that’s the pain hardest to bear.

"Why take it for me... why not tell me... why was I so stubborn and willful back then!"

Black was silent, Shura was equally silent.

The heart’s wounds need time to heal, and in their view, perhaps this is the road Mu Fan must travel toward maturity.

No one can guarantee a life without obstacles.

No one can guarantee a life without regrets...

Hearing Mu Fan’s voice, the dragon scale heated to the limit before Evil Wing momentarily stopped.

Feeling remorseful, looking back at the silently floating Shura.

"You go back first, maybe I should truly act like a warrior and bear the responsibilities I should like my father."

"I love the world that gave birth to and nurtured me, I want to protect it."

Mu Fan’s deep voice resonated.

The weapon rack at his back quietly opened, Shura slowly drew the half azure, half flame-red long spear.

Mu Fan looked at the weapon with calm remembrance.

The time when a young girl had impetuously given him this precious almost priceless relic weapon, on the martial arts arena, Nuonuo’s little fist clenched behind [Extreme Special Soldier] excitedly shouting... still vividly remembered...

The long spear pointed, the world wounded alike.

That instant of astonishing beauty eternally fixed on Blue Capital Star.

Only with loss, one realizes those delicate, warm instances are deeply etched in every corner of his mind.

That smiling face like a flower, already engraved deep in his soul.

"I’m... sorry."

At that instant, Mu Fan’s voice was hoarse, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Right then, sixteen triangular points assembled on the spearhead suddenly gently bloomed red flames.

The thin blaze didn’t exceed 1 centimeter in height, appearing just like a faint mist.

Mu Fan didn’t notice this scene, or even if he did, it made no difference.

For this weapon called [Flame Rain Frost Blue], it always released its unique glow once drawn from the weapon rack.

But, in the next second, the faint flames suddenly twisted toward a position.

The reversed scales about to close onto its neck immediately rose, eyes showing disbelief!

"———Roar!"

The resounding dragon roar echoed at the ears.

"What did you say...!?"

Mu Fan’s every expression froze, suddenly looking up.

...

...

"Those damned barbaric lands, I’m never coming back, damn black storm, causing all our energy systems to fail. Why doesn’t the great Saint Luo universe fully open to our Saint Luo clan!"

In space 0.5 light-years away from the Gate of Divine River, countless asteroids, randomly suspended in space.

Menacing black storm like a long river sweeping across the starry sky, continually washing over this chaotic asteroid sea.

Numerous asteroids of varying sizes were obliterated within.

A storm stretching tens of thousands if not millions of kilometers in black, despite being so terrifying, never penetrated into the heart of the star sea.

Now, that flowing black storm suddenly spewed a thin "stream" from its side.

A 3000-meter-long, severely damaged, triangular warship burst out, rushing toward the distant like a startled bird.

Behind the warship, the black channel it pierced stayed open for just half a second before instantly closing.

That fleeting passage so small compared to the terrifying vast black storm, seemed as insignificant as a pinhole sandpit on a dam dug by an ant...

Trivial.