What the hell was Ronan doing?!
Yuan Wuwei clasped the back of his head with both hands, as if trying to hold together a skull on the verge of exploding, and stared blankly at everything unfolding before him.
He was still in the Thunder Pool Experiment Field, trapped deep within a smog-shrouded space along with part of the riverbank region.
Not long ago, he had still been agonizing over the shadow of the "Harbinger Bird." Among nearly twenty Extraordinary big shots, who was more sensitive to the "Harbinger Bird," and what did those sensitive people have in common?
But now, an even more complicated scenario had spread out before him, conveniently wiping away the significance of all his previous mental exertion.
The Game Interface he had been itching to press himself against and study, probably along with the actual Time-Space Bubble structure it corresponded to...
Had been cut apart.
The previous Time-Space Bubbles had clustered together like plump Grape Bunches, at least forming an image he could associate with and compare.
Yet now, countless Heavy Shadows appeared before Yuan Wuwei's eyes, along with "fragments" that had been wantonly dismantled and separated. They looked like garbage a child had casually torn apart, smashed up, and smeared around, with no trace of their original appearance remaining.
That description might have been a bit exaggerated. After all, Yuan Wuwei had watched that person get to work—at the beginning, the cuts had been highly methodical.
It felt like layers in image-editing software, stacked one upon another, each layer different from the rest. Some elements looked utterly absurd when viewed separately, but once they overlapped, they formed a clear and vivid picture of reality.
At the time, Yuan Wuwei had been quite excited. With the mindset of "might as well watch while I can," he