The two sides maintained a certain degree of restraint.
The scene had forcibly turned into a "generals' duel," carrying the air of a decisive clash before a million-strong army.
Come to think of it.
When I used to watch TV dramas.
I would wonder why a million-strong army would still let its generals fight.
What was the army there for?
Just shoot him dead with a barrage of arrows!
What was ridiculous was that the general would retreat even after losing the duel.
Of course.
Whether it was a TV drama or a novel, complaining was one thing, but there was no need to take it too seriously. Yet the reality before them was that the tension between the two sides had somehow turned into a solo match.
It was rather amusing.
However.
Neither Mr. Duke nor Lin Jie would participate in this kind of brawl.
They had not even looked over once.
Likewise.
The real decision-makers among the outsiders had also ignored the commotion below. Their attention had remained fixed on the spreading painting disaster ahead. Every one of them had been frowning deeply, clearly lost in thought.
"Something's not right."
"Did you feel it too?"
Mr. Duke suddenly said, "I feel like something is brewing inside this painting disaster."
"It's making me uneasy."
"It feels as though an evil spirit is invading this world."
As he spoke.
He glanced at his companions.
At that moment.
All the members of the Port Management Committee of Demon Port had arrived. Every one of them wore a grave, worried expression.
Hearing this.
Lin Jie spoke first:
"I felt it too. The ruins were left behind by the Return Journey Research Institute. Now that the painting disaster is upon us, it could very well trigger some unpredictable change. We can't go in