On the eighth day after the violent explosion, a new Division Level Ship rode the energy fluctuations and continued advancing toward the Link Nebula.
It was worth mentioning that Wind Forgotten had been seriously injured this time, so Qu Jianlei had no choice but to place it inside the Abode.
After such a great victory, it was impossible not to pay some price.
Three more days passed before the Division Level Ship finally sailed out of the region where the energy was at its most violent.
The space where the warship currently was had also been affected by the energy, but it was already far better than the area near the battlefield.
Qu Jianlei began making arrangements to send four battered Division Level Ships back to be repaired somewhere.
However, from the looks of it, those four Division Level Ships could probably only be pieced together into two intact ones.
The Alliance's warships really were dwindling with every use.
"By the way, make sure we pay the repair costs this time. Even if the military refuses to charge us, we have to pay."
He wanted to gradually sever ties with the Empire.
If the two Division Level Ships were not important combat power for their future journey, he would not even want to give the military an opportunity to help.
Old Lady Jia understood what he meant. "Then I'll handle it. But is it safe to teleport now?"
"Wait another two days," Qu Jianlei replied, too lazy even to divine the answer. "Once we enter the Asura World, we'll have plenty of time."
Just then, Jiao Daoren spoke up. "First One, that invisibility of yours... is it Spatial Rules?"
What he really wanted to ask was, "Are you absorbing the Space-Time Heart?" Qu Jianlei answered seriously, "My Sea of Consciousness