It was called a mad dash, but it was nothing like a mad dash in the real world.
Rather than running, it was more like a special movement technique. Under this technique, Angel stayed inside Wang Wang's belly without even feeling the fluids within Wang Wang's body stir.
The sensation of racing forward came from the bizarre space around them beginning to reel backward madly.
Although Angel was inside Wang Wang's belly, it did not prevent him from seeing the world outside.
Everywhere were bizarre and grotesque sights: auroras streaking past, clear and turbid layers dividing apart, and fragmented black-and-white motes of light like swarms of butterflies merging with one another. As Wang Wang moved swiftly, all these scenes receded. Once they became fleeting flashes of light and shadow, the surroundings turned into a blurred, kaleidoscopic spectacle.
He could barely see anything clearly. All he could see was a dazzling riot of colored mist, grotesque in the clash between vivid brilliance and icy solemnity.
Wang Wang was still accelerating. It seemed deeply wary of the colorful sights around it, charging silently toward some destination.
Angel, meanwhile, sank into thought.
From the current situation, Wang Wang should already have begun "shifting" toward the hidden treasure site.
According to what Wang Wang had said before, Angel should have been unable to think by now, with all his senses lost. Yet that was not the case. Aside from his emotional module being slightly suppressed, he was almost entirely unaffected.
Wang Wang's understanding of this place clearly surpassed Angel's by far. It should not have spoken without cause. Under normal circumstances, Angel might indeed have followed Wang Wang's script.
Yet the present situation was obviously abnormal. Where had this abnormality come from?
Angel's intuition—and the only possibility he could think of at the moment—was