As the audience wished, the tunnel excavation camp appeared on the live broadcast screen, in a comprehensive aerial shot. One glance was enough to show the camp's current state...
Heh heh, as if!
There really was an exceptionally dazzling sight in the camp. Not figuratively speaking—it was an area where light had gathered so intensely that it stabbed at the eyes. Beams of light shot into the sky, piercing the clouds and leaving people dazzled.
This scene confirmed Yuan Wuwei's guess and greatly increased the unreliable information flow on the Bullet Screen:
"Holy shit, alien communication light rails!"
"Planetary engine!"
"M87 Nebula, here we come!"
"Why can't it be the Gates of Heaven?"
The atmosphere became wildly heated for a while, but after the brief cheers, the Bullet Screen was immediately flooded with:
"Is the altitude locked?"
"Stop circling around!"
"Zoom in!"
"Close-up! Ink, give us a close-up!"
"Aren't you tired from flying up there?"
No matter how the Bullet Screen wailed, the live broadcast only showed a long-distance shot painful to the eyes. Apart from the truly spectacular beams shooting skyward, all they could vaguely see were figures running below like ants. Their general routes could be made out, but their features and details were impossible to distinguish.
"What's going on?!"
Yuan Wuwei had been about to throw up his arms and cheer, only to get stuck here. In a moment of agitation, he shouted aloud.
"Signal interference." Tu Ge actually responded on his own initiative. He turned to look at the live broadcast screen and further explained, "The Justice Cult's Great Displacement has raised a Sacred Space. Disrupted electromagnetic conditions are normal."
Great Displacement? Sacred Space?
Yuan Wuwei was not familiar with such technical terms, but he understood the logic: so that was why Songkan and the others