Once they were completely clear of the ground, the twelve Abaddon Type V Floating Battleships simultaneously deployed their Spatial Arrays, compressing space.
At the same time, Kyle appeared to the east and opened a Demiplane passage.
As time passed, the enormous mass floating in the air grew smaller and smaller.
In just ten minutes, it had shrunk to an area of three thousand square kilometers.
Propelled by the combined efforts of the twelve Floating Battleships, Qixing Territory was pushed into the Demiplane.
Once that step was complete, Kyle sealed the Demiplane with a thought, then returned to his Lord's side.
Looking down from high in the sky, Velin considered the matter for a while before finally abandoning the idea of accelerating the filling of the hollow.
If he used all the moisture within ten thousand li to fill this cavity now, the surrounding region would suffer at least three years of drought, and the resulting deaths and casualties would certainly number in the millions.
Rather than do that, he would leave it to the will of nature to restore the balance.
Returning to the ground, Velin looked at the distant Teleportation Hall. It was still operating steadily, with no mishaps caused by the relocation of the spatial anchor.
As for the Fortress elsewhere, its Teleportation Array was also perfectly intact.
He now had firsthand appreciation of the quality of the Angel's work.
"We're leaving soon. Who knows how many years it'll be before I come back?" Velin remarked as he gazed at the deep pit he had left behind.
"My Lord, you can return whenever you wish," Kyle replied.
"Hahaha, I suppose that's true."
Velin laughed, but despite what he said, his feelings were quite different.
Forget it. I'll leave it to fate.
"Now it's time to attend Valient's wedding,