The Flowing Scenery carried Wei Su Yi's team as it slowly descended into the City of Eternal Darkness.
In the cockpit, Lao Pu confirmed that Nemesis's description had been very accurate. The Abyssal Spirit Net here was indeed highly sensitive.
Using his current senses to experience the rules and principles of the Abyssal Spirit Net gradually tightening around them was an entirely new experience.
Even a fully sealed airship could not block the power of those rules from seeping in.
If Lao Pu had had that pair of Spirit-Channeling Demon Eyes beside him now, they would surely have been casting their exceedingly picky and demanding gaze his way.
But precisely because Tai Yu had shared his experiences through his dreams, Lao Pu could draw on them somewhat. Even if it was not as precise or intuitive, he could still roughly understand and make a judgment:
What exactly was the Abyssal Spirit Net's "attitude" toward him?
For now, the simulated identification based on the Fire Seed seemed to be genuinely effective. The Abyssal Spirit Net had not paid them any particularly dangerous attention. It seemed they had managed to fool it.
No wonder Liang Lu had specifically prepared a "mask" from Pitfall Fire Hell when creating the Veil of Silence. In the field of "disguise," those extremists from Pitfall Fire Hell were unexpectedly professional.
By comparison, the more troublesome matter was the frequent communication with the traffic control and berth management departments here—things had already been cumbersome outside, but they were several times more complicated here.
After the small test came the big test, and this was the kind where failing meant being completely disqualified.
Wei Su Yi had been rather confident in her "ally." Before this, she had given him so much useful information.
If he really exposed a flaw