"We can still hold for 74 Butterfly Pulses," Butterfly Phantom No. 2 said.
A "Butterfly Pulse" was a unit of time in the Ai Youlan Butterfly Civilization. In Wizard World terms, it was roughly two hourglasses—two minutes.
In less than two minutes, the precious information recorded before them was more valuable than what an ordinary magician might gain from ten thousand years of exploration!
At the very least, even when facing a Doomsday Weapon, Cuilisi would not have considered dismantling it on the spot to analyze the mysteries of the fiery detonation within.
Flame Mark and Yuli, standing nearby, showed no intention of leaving, making Saine raise a brow.
Under these circumstances, the help they could offer Saine was practically zero.
But Saine did not waste time reprimanding them, because every second was now exceedingly precious to him.
In the eyes of Higher Beings, time could be stretched out.
It was not that time itself had grown longer, but that a higher being's reactions and speed of thought had become faster.
Perhaps something happened in merely a few seconds, yet in the eyes of a higher being, it could be carved into thousands, even tens of thousands, of fragments!
With his mind racing at full speed, Saine appeared utterly motionless, while the flames in his hand gradually spread across his entire body.
Magicians truly deserved to be called "madmen" by Alien Creatures.
Saine did not know whether senior uncle Gagaru and the others would make the same choice in his circumstances, but this opportunity truly came only once in a thousand years.
When more than half the time had passed, leaving less than a quarter of a Butterfly Pulse, Saine had no choice but to wrench himself free from his state of experimentation and thought, no matter how reluctant he