Big Head's voice rang through everyone's channel.
The cheers that had just erupted came to an abrupt halt. Everyone fell silent in stunned disbelief.
Ling Xingjian, who had been holding her husband, trembled all over and abruptly looked up.
Shi Tie Zhu took a deep breath. That motion showed the endless waves churning in his heart. Yet he ultimately shouldered all the pressure. After that breath, he swiftly turned and sprinted toward the direction of the Power Furnace explosion.
Ling Xingjian followed close behind.
Her heart was in chaos, and she found it even harder to believe.
Why? Why was Chen Jin's Gravity Field still there? Why had he not died even after that?
One bulkhead after another opened, and they swiftly reached the end of the corridor.
The two charged to the stern of the ship. This place had already become a wrecked cross-section. Beyond the enormous breach lay open space itself. From here, they could see the ring-shaped dust clouds reflecting sunlight, as magnificent as Saturn Ring. They could also see charred, rotten flesh twitching feebly.
But they could still see something else.
Gurgle. A bulge rose from the carpet of flesh.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle. Countless bulges rose up.
More and more of those bun-sized bulges emerged, then rapidly converged into one enormous lump of flesh.
The lump struggled upward from the ground, growing higher and higher before exploding with a bang. Fluids splashed everywhere. Amid the spray, Chen Jin, restored to the size of an ordinary person, fell to the ground and began to laugh.
He laughed uproariously.
A deranged, crazed laugh.
There was no air here anymore, but his wild laughter shook every Flesh Membrane and every piece of steel. The two of them could still hear the boundless relief, boundless madness, and boundless triumph in