The Player of Time a

The scorching sun baked the yellow sand, and a nauseating stench hung heavy in the sweltering air.,Luo Jie just couldn't figure out how he had survived that terrifying temporal storm. After all, his best equipment was only a Class B powered exosuit, which couldn't possibly withstand the horrifying power of such a spatial tear.,The muscular man in sunglasses tested the microphone, nodding with satisfaction. The amplifier worked well, allowing nearly a hundred people present to hear his voice clearly.。