Mo She said it would be hard for the "North District Pressure Relief Command" to claim credit this time, and that could be called an accurate judgment.
Ronan even suspected that Priest Yan Gao's people had moved the "Spacetime Silhouette" sealing off the "Shan Jiu Clone" over here partly because they had given up and were ready to let things break.
After all, this area had already been smashed to pieces. If some accident happened later, the losses would not get much worse.
The twenty-odd people who had hurried over—the new recruits of the "Rotor Regiment"—stood on the ruins, gasping for breath.
The six Celestials hovered in the air, their gazes shifting, their expressions complicated.
The Celestials could not really be called friends, but after so many meetings at the command, they at least recognized one another.
Their eyes moved back and forth, inevitably meeting, yet for a moment, none of them knew how to greet the others.
The most basic fact was this: the effort everyone had put in over the past week, and the credit they had built up, had basically been wiped out because of today's upheaval.
And under the current situation, they had very little time left for sentiment.
They were not at the core of the horrific battlefield in the "Detention Zone," but here, above their heads, that unstable Space-Time Architecture that kept twisting and occasionally leaking light was likewise a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment.
As for how they should "defuse" it next, they had neither the ability nor any idea. All they could do was obey the orders of Grand Duke Zhiping, who had summoned them here.
As for that grand duke...
"Everyone here? Then let's begin!"
Almost exactly on the two-minute mark, the young voice that had previously