Later on, Yin Le simply decided out of sight, out of mind. Using some business over there as an excuse, she logged off first.
In this situation, there was no point expecting Jiang Yuanzhen or Wu Kui to help. Meng Chong tried twice to pull things together, made no progress at all, and stopped wasting his effort, leaving them to argue as they pleased.
He only kept his eyes on the livestream from the beach, waiting for a suitable chance to bring this bunch of hopeless fools over...
Meng Chong sighed silently.
At this moment, he watched the chaotic yet orderly Formatting Domain on the beach, watched the Format Fire flare up from time to time, watched Dumb Sand become increasingly like a living creature, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.
Before the others arrived at Zeolite Beach, he had already witnessed Ronan's previous display of the "Format Fire."
But how to put it? That peculiar radiance had ultimately lit up through the Deep Blue Walker as a medium, so Meng Chong had assumed it was some sort of substitute method. Yet the various abilities Ronan displayed afterward had finally exceeded the limits of what conventional thinking could bear.
Never mind what was happening on the beach. That man also had another identity, Mister Mo, and the power he displayed in Slope City clearly possessed the Blood Flame Order's most advanced traits.
Why?
Talent—genius—no longer seemed sufficient to explain it. Then...
"A Chong, you should say a few more words too. Don't let these people get too out of hand!" Unable to stand the chaotic situation any longer, Jiang Yuanzhen came over to him. His mouth was still stubborn, but in truth, he was merely seeking a little peace and quiet.
Meng Chong forced a slight curve onto his lips