After traveling through so many worlds, Fang Zheng had long since accumulated plenty of experience of his own.
That was, in sci-fi worlds, unless they had reached the level of Xenappus that Little Angel had mentioned, they generally had no way to resist magic.
This World Bubble was the same. Sidonia's technology could only barely be called advanced, but it had not reached the point where it could fold space, seal dimensions, or carry out dimensionality reduction attacks. Likewise, although the Gauna looked somewhat strange, the principles behind their actions had not exceeded that scope. For Fang Zheng, dealing with this thing was therefore much easier.
Although he could not return to his dragon form right now, reaching the core of the Mass Collective Ship and obtaining its data would not be difficult.
Tesla and the others were worried that Fang Zheng might be taking a personal risk, but Fang Zheng did not think much of it. For a mage, there was... more than one road.
Just like now.
"Life is but a play; why care so much about grudges and debts..."
Fang Zheng walked forward with his hands clasped behind his back, humming a tune. On either side of him, dim shadows flickered, as if the entire world had been engulfed and set ablaze by dark silhouettes.
That was right. Fang Zheng was not in the real world right now; he had entered the Shadow Plane. Using other Planes as passageways for travel was one of a mage's signature skills. However, in the Main World, ordinary mages would not do this, because everyone knew of this trick and had countermeasures for it.
Either they contracted shadow creatures to stand guard, or they deployed barriers. In any case, there was no way they would let someone enter using such methods.