Buzz--
The spaceship trembled violently, the space storm surged endlessly around, flames burst out from all sides, those were spaceships exploded by the space storm.
Costate's face changed, he reached out his hand, scarlet energy poured out, gradually covering the whole ship, forming a layer of energy coating to protect the ship from the damage of spatial energy.
But he had no other solution to the out-of-control spatial energy in the Star Gate Channel, could only watch helplessly as the spaceship fell out of the channel.
Somewhere in the Starfield, a crack suddenly opened, starkly different from the dark void storm, a bright blue space energy surged wildly, enveloping a small spaceship in a continuous spin, finally coming to a steady halt.
The surroundings were pitch black, dotted with sparse starlight.
Costate's face was grim, "Computing the Star Gate route, directional locking, spatial interference… not something an ordinary person can do, probably a Mechanic."
