The situation was this: across a vast stretch of the suburbs, the major extraordinary factions had suddenly fallen silent, as though they were searching for something.
The situation was this: across a vast area of the outskirts, the major extraordinary delegations had suddenly fallen silent. They seemed to be searching for something.
But when asked what exactly they were looking for, the answers were generally nonsensical.
Some claimed they had lost the rubber ring that was a divine artifact for having outdoor sex. Others said the enemy had stolen their base, so they had no choice but to relocate, and so on.
There were even those who said their phone signal was too poor, or that the pear-logo phone brand was absolute garbage, and so on.
Others simply said, "Can't I come here to shoot a short video?"
Well, as long as nothing particularly troublesome happened, the Shenzhou Administration, which was monitoring things from outside, saw no need to meddle.
This strange phenomenon continued until evening, when it gradually disappeared. The extraordinary delegations seemed to have returned to their respective temporary hunting grounds.
But with all that movement, running into one another was unavoidable.
A small team from the Indians had now run into a group of black wizard uncles.
Yet nothing unpleasant happened. The two sides not only exchanged warm greetings, but even added each other as friends.
"Hmph, let this bunch of black devils enjoy themselves for a while. Just don't let me run into them tomorrow, or I'll make them kneel and call me Daddy! These three bottles of God's Tears in my hands are enough for us to reach the summit!"
"Hmph, let this bunch of natives who play with eagles enjoy themselves for a while. If we run into them tomorrow, we'll make them kneel