C111 Ocean Odd Ship(5)

"Zhang Ming, what's wrong with you?" The composed man grasped the skinny man's hand as blue energy crackled and seeped from his battle uniform.

The six mobile team members, who had been dispersed, regrouped after the white fog enveloped the ship. The lean man, seemingly losing his mind, had activated his battle uniform and was desperately pounding on the white fog's protective shield