"This thing is really light." Fang Jueyu weighed the silver-white combat suit, which felt almost as light as holding a thin sheet of paper.
"Of course, the cost of this combat suit isn't much less than the value of an entire civilization. Once you put it on, you could even walk into a star, as long as you can withstand the internal pressure. Otherwise, while the suit stays intact, your body would get crushed."
"And that's not all. This thing can automatically change its appearance based on your thoughts, replacing any regular clothing."
"That awesome?" Fang Jueyu found a small button in the suit as per Xiao Yi's instructions.
The silver-white suit then seemed to melt, spreading all over Fang Jueyu's body, sealing him in tightly. Just with a thought, even his head could be protected.
"Let me try this, transform into an Ultraman suit!"
In no time, red stripes appeared on the silver-white tight suit, making him look just like Ultraman.
