Creak, creak, creak...!
A deep roar, like gears meshing together and grinding ceaselessly, echoed across the sky.
The massive island-like fortress continued to reassemble itself as it rose high into the clouds, completely leaving the ground behind.
The higher the fortress climbed, the greater the air pressure became and the lower the temperature fell.
At several thousand meters above the ground, the cold was already enough to stiffen the joints of the human body.
Fang Li knelt on one knee atop a chunk of stone that was still constantly shifting and moving, regulating his breathing as Star Pulse Energy circulated through his body.
This sudden development even forced Academy City's supersonic bombers, which had been flying in this direction, to take a detour.
Fang Li could imagine just how shocked the pilots must have looked as they watched this scene.
In fact, the sudden change before him made Fang Li's eyes flicker as well.
At that moment, Right Fire's voice emerged amid static, as though it were resounding throughout the entire island-sized fortress.
"Didn't you all want to know what I was doing at that military base?"
Right Fire began explaining in a pleased tone.
"This is what I prepared, you know?"
It was neither a military base nor a facility built for warfare.
It was a ritual ground for Right Fire's personal use, created through the full expenditure of his knowledge, wealth, and power.
"The military base was merely a cover on the surface. Behind the scenes, I had already mobilized every bit of manpower available to me and constructed a large-scale magic formula inside the base."
To assemble this fortress, Right Fire needed vast amounts of space and land. That was why he had chosen to carry out this operation in Russia, the country with the largest territory.