After Lu Yuan made up his mind, he checked the various performances of the power armor: "You two, keep probing these Snake-men here. Notify me immediately if anything happens. I'm heading to the pool over there."
"Alright."
Lu Yuan, being skilled and daring, piloted the power armor and headed alone to the vicinity of the tall wall. He pressed a button.
A small object resembling a camera slowly ascended, rising above the high wall.
This object was a periscope, assembled from two mirrors.
The simpler a technological creation, the better it could resist mind interference.
Through the reflection in the mirrors, Lu Yuan held his breath and saw a massive black shadow emerge from the quartz windows of the palace. It was as if the palace, as magnificent as the Taj Mahal, housed a Demon King within.
A strange howling sound and chaotic demonic murmurs emanated from it.
The heavy sound didn't seem like something produced by a living creature.
