The fifth-rank Ocean Singer turned her gaze toward Jiang Menghan beside Su Wen's hospital bed.
But at that moment, she paid no attention to Jiang Menghan tightly holding Su Wen's hand. Instead, she made a solemn request:
"Then, Miss Jiang, perhaps we still need your help.
Your unique perception and control over space are an indispensable part of our plan to destroy this place.
I hope you can help us locate those hidden weak points in space and provide the most precise coordinates for the demolition."
"And my research as well."
Just then,
Phyllis, lying in a bed not far from Su Wen, slowly awakened as well.
She let out a soft groan, her voice carrying a trace of weakness.
Jörmungandr's appearance had dealt far too great a blow to her SAN, not to mention the Spatial Turbulence mixed with a spiritual energy storm that had appeared afterward.
Phyllis's messy hair spilled across her pillow, while a stubborn flush showed through her pale cheeks.
Yet even so, Watcher Miss, who had only recently advanced to the upper tier of the second rank, still struggled to sit up.
"I can observe the flow of the Spiritual Energy Tide and coordinate with Meng Han's observations of spatial weak points.
As long as you set the detonation procedure in advance,
I can help you gather enough spiritual energy to complete the detonation."
"But that will place enormous strain on your Spiritual Energy Vortex,
Phyllis.
Can you still hold on?"
Su Wen asked with concern.
But Phyllis merely made a gesture indicating that there was no problem.
She had never believed in so-called fate.
No matter how difficult this journey was, she did not want to give up.
Because,
if she chose to give up,
what meaning would her father's sacrifice have had?
If