Seizing this moment, using the blue light, Ding Canghai quickly turned around, with his back to the shadow's corpse. He then tossed away the Battle Blade in his right hand, raising his right arm high, the camera on the armor's wrist aimed at his helmet, also framing the shadow's corpse behind him.
Click.
"Yes!"
Ding Canghai flashed a V-sign, his face blossoming with a smile.
While sending the photo and all previous battle records to the medium radio station, he looked at the photo himself, secretly satisfied.
"The shot is really good, full marks for clarity."
The air in the armor's cockpit was getting increasingly scarce. His head started to get dizzy.
