If one only looked at the map, Dragon Moon Island and Mountain Island were not far apart. Well, if one only looked at the world map.
But that rocky behemoth simply could not move very fast. Even with supernatural power bolstering it, even after years or decades of secret modifications, its power system was still somewhat inadequate.
Standing atop the dragon's head and looking toward the distant continent, Lu PingAn could vaguely sense that this "big ship's" main propulsion was actually its limbs.
It really was swimming.
"Using a top-tier living entity and swimming as its 'method of movement,' ultimately achieving conceptual mobility?"
Lu PingAn saw through it all, yet still found it incredibly impressive.
After all, according to the laws of physics, getting something like this moving—even assuming this timeline had nuclear power plants—might not be possible with several dozen of them installed. This was an entire solid mass of rock.
Yet now, driven by supernatural power, it had become a living being capable of moving on its own.
Lu PingAn did not understand, but Lu PingAn was deeply shaken.
Right now, this island, this mountain range, this cluster of rocks, this nearly infinite mass itself, was their greatest advantage.
".We're almost there, right?"
Lu PingAn could already sense it. The east wind blowing toward him carried a faint scent of blood and charred flesh—the battlefield smell Lu Mouren was already very familiar with.
What answered his question was a sky full of buzzing.
Countless wings, rotors, and wingless drones rose from who knew where. To the left, right, front, and back, everywhere the eye could see was filled with those tiny "toys."
This could no longer be described as a patch of dark clouds. There were simply too many of them, like a beehive built floor upon floor,