Fang Xing certainly did not risk his life.
In fact, he did not even activate the First Level Secret Pattern of his Mecha.
Yet, he was so strong that to those team members, he seemed like a Seventh Realm Professional who was fighting desperately.
Woosh!
Accompanied by the tearing of armor plates and the burst of flames, he landed in a cultivation facility.
In view were numerous dead bread bugs, their bodies shriveled as if they had lost all nutrition.
'This large immigrant spaceship must have a food recycling system...'
'This bread bug factory should be for producing Nutrition Blocks...'
Fang Xing's expression turned a bit ugly.
The taste of Nutrition Blocks, apparently, triggered some unpleasant memories for him.
"I heard that in some luxury tourist spaceships, they deliberately create an ecological zone inside the cabin to cultivate natural cows, beef, barley, and various other crops and foods..."