"Warning, battery overheating, explosion risk at First Level, switched to low-power mode, proceed with caution."

"Warning, life support system malfunction, return immediately for repairs."

"Warning, shield field completely failed."

"Warning, isolation layer damaged, deep sea buffer liquid leaking."

"Warning, air leak."

"Suggestion: Switch to intelligent hosting mode for immediate return and repair."

"Return for repairs immediately, searching for nearest repair point..."

"Searching..."

"Searching..."

Snap!

"Search... search, search for what? I'm the only living person within billions of kilometers, no need to fix anything." Ding Canghai shut off the annoying diagnostic system and managed to stand up.

Due to the limitations of low-power mode, the once powerful Sniper Armor was struggling even with small movements like supporting the leg armor joints.

The action of getting up, which usually took about 0.1 seconds, took him a full five seconds, as if he was an old man at death's door.

Furthermore, after standing up, Ding Canghai heard a sizzling sound in his ears, indicating that air was continuously leaking.

But he couldn't worry about that now and shuffled forward step by step in the direction he remembered in his mind.

In the aftermath of the explosion caused by the last shot, his armor was severely damaged, the high-intensity illuminator on the head armor was destroyed, and the multifunctional scanning device was offline, possibly because some data cable was broken. As a result, he could only rely on his bare eyesight in the darkness, which basically meant he couldn't see anything.

The armor's intelligent master control system was also severely damaged. Fortunately, due to Ren Zhong's personal habits, armor produced by the Source Star military had dual control systems, one being a high-performance AI-assisted combat system, and the other an extremely primitive sensory manual control system.

Although Ding Canghai was not a professional Mechanical Warrior and wasn't skilled at manual control, at least he could move.

After taking two steps, the Sniper Armor seemed to kick a protruding rock, making Ding Canghai stagger and nearly fall, further tearing the already leaking fissure.

The spare tank of compressed liquid air had begun to provide emergency air, but it wouldn't last long.

Ding Canghai ignored this, instead feeling slightly pleased as he lowered his head, thought for two seconds, then drew the long sword from his back and dragged it along the ground.

The sharp alloy sword scraped against the metal-rich meteorite ground, sparking tiny bursts of light.

Ding Canghai internally praised himself as a genius.

Of course, ordinary people couldn't rely on such sparks to see the path ahead, but who is he?

A Level Eight Gunsmith, having injected the Xingtian Potion, all of his comprehensive indices were at the peak of his life. In terms of eyesight, brain response, spatial memory, sense of direction, and other abilities crucial to a Gunsmith, he far surpassed ordinary people. Naturally, he could make his way forward by these fleeting sparks.

After about one or two minutes, Ding Canghai finally reached the base of the rock wall ahead.

In the distance, he could see the shadow collapsed there.

With the help of the sparks, he vaguely saw that the entire deep blue-colored object had a giant hollow on its back, with many parts of it blasted black and tattered, and several shards from the Main Station Heavy Sniper embedded into it.

Yet even so, this thing hadn't shattered into pieces, its sheer sturdiness was astonishing.

But Ding Canghai was faced with new troubles.

The air in the spare tank was almost depleted, the infuse rate couldn't match the leak rate, and he was starting to suffocate.

Moreover, he wanted to take a picture with this thing and send the photo to the soon-to-be-repaired medium station radio. First, as a memento; second, so that Ren Zhong at the back could more intuitively see the enemy combat unit; and third, to strike a cool pose before dying.

But the problem was that with only the sparks from the sword friction, he couldn't take a clear photo.

At that very moment, a heavenly sound echoed in his radio communication system. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The ding represented the medium station had been repaired, and the newly connected backup power could resume the previously unfinished super interface power operation preheating.

Ding Canghai suddenly had an idea.

He chuckled to himself, detached the small auxiliary battery from his left shoulder armor, tossed it in the air, and then swiftly slashed it with his blade.

The severed battery split into two halves and fell, with the cut ends releasing a blue-tinged dark fire due to the mixing of different high-energy electrolytes.