Chu Fei stood on the spaceship's "open-air observation deck," watching the tribulation clouds churn above the Iron Wall spaceship behind them. Calmly, he asked Jin Tierong beside him, "How are Wang Guowen and the others doing?"
"We just spoke. The fleet ran into some divine artifact fragments, and all three spaceships suffered some damage. They need to slow down and turn to avoid further danger and buy time for repairs.
"But they have ample spare parts, so it's not a major problem. Their space operations just aren't very good, so repairs will take longer."
Chu Fei nodded.
As Wang Guowen and the others were returning, an accident had occurred, just as expected.
The Ascending Dragon Hall's expedition fleet for exploring the Ancient Battlefield consisted of only three spaceships. They had been expected to catch up with the main fleet in fifteen years. Yet less than two years after setting out, they had collided with divine artifact fragments.
At the time, the fleet had encountered a "small meteor stream." Under normal circumstances, such a small meteor stream was nothing to worry about. They could simply charge straight through it.
Once a spaceship's speed exceeded 0.1 times the speed of light, detouring became extremely costly. Compared to that, it was better to crash straight through.
Why were Ascending Dragon Hall's spaceships so advanced, yet their service lives only a few decades? Because whenever they encountered small meteor streams, they rammed right through without even considering avoidance.
In the current region of space, such small meteor streams were everywhere. They covered enormous areas, often spanning millions of kilometers. The meteors within were not large either; those over a meter in size were rare. Most measured only centimeters, even millimeters, but there were simply far too many of them.
When a spaceship encountered such