No matter when it happened, whenever a proper fight broke out, Nangong May and the Little Weak Chicken could almost completely destroy the battlefield's serious atmosphere. In fact, that poking sea serpent and that biu-biuing weak chicken had practically dragged down the B-grade of this entire incident, to the point that Hao Ren had begun wondering whether the Destruction Goddess would withdraw her lethal mirrored miracle out of sheer embarrassment after seeing these two humiliating idiots—yet reality proved that he was dreaming.
Aside from the two humiliating idiots and the bizarre aura around them that seemed to come with its own BGM, the entire cluster of Founding Star wreckage had already descended into utter chaos.
The Guardian Fleet was trading fire with the mirrored fleet, swarms of drones were locked in combat with equally countless swarms of drones, and the comrades around Hao Ren were entangled with their own mirrors. As for the Creation Goddess—she should have been the strongest combatant on their side, but having only just awakened, she was clearly far too weak. After suffering a severe backlash from that earlier strike, she could now only struggle to use a divine shield to protect this continent from being torn apart by the artillery fire and energy turbulence of the universe. She no longer had the strength to attack proactively.
To be honest, considering retreating now would have been a wise choice. But the situation had already fallen into complete disorder. The overwhelming number of mirrors had held back everyone on the battlefield. Although the World Tree's forced extraction mechanism could still pull Hao Ren and his teammates out—even without the World Tree's mark—the Salamander's army, the drone swarms, and even the Creation Goddess herself could very well be buried here.
As Hao Ren frantically searched his mind for