The voyage through the Phlogiston Sea had consumed a full month of subjective time.
So-called subjective time referred to the perceived time experienced by the crew and passengers of the Original Sin. In reality, however, this timescale varied subtly from person to person. After a series of studies, Tepeu simply adopted the Original Sin's mainframe's "perceived time" as the standard for calculating the actual duration of the voyage.
But work had not officially begun yet, and there was still plenty of time. Ye Xiu casually picked up his phone and glanced at it, wanting to see who had sent the message and what it said, while turning off the phone's sound.
Qing Kou hurriedly gathered Zi Qi into her arms. Bright red blood had already soaked through her clothes. Zi Qi's eyes were half-closed, and she seemed to have fallen unconscious.
A wrestler skilled in wrestling techniques was competing against an archer skilled in archery. It was like a goat encountering an eagle—natural enemies.
Zhang Tian cast his spell first. The magical wings on his back immediately carried him speeding away. With his gift for flight, he could operate the magical wings at a speed others could hardly match.
Wu Meng's face turned deathly pale as he stared at these people in delighted disbelief. Zhuang elites from Nanning, fighters from every ethnic group in Baise, Yi experts from Yunnan—they were all elite powerhouses of the various peoples, all Level Six. Their appearance here meant that the South China Alliance had made its move.
"I fucking tried to talk to you properly from the start. I didn't even want to bother with you, but you dumbass just had to chase after me!" Mo Mo stopped and landed on the ground.
On the third evening, after waiting a long time without seeing