Thirty seconds was actually very brief.
But if it could make a local section of the River of Time flow backward by thirty seconds, its preciousness would be enough to make gods, ghosts, demons, and monsters alike gnash their teeth in fury!
Previously, Zhang Yang had consumed twenty-four minutes and twenty-four seconds to raise the Boat of Death to ninety percent of the Third Stage.
And now, he had obtained a thirty-second reward.
So what if the main body of a Mahayana Stage powerhouse exploded? Did they believe thirty seconds could be exchanged for thirty Mahayana Stage physical bodies?
After his excitement subsided, Zhang Yang began thinking seriously. He was currently aboard the Boat of Death, which automatically isolated and blocked all forbidden spells, seals, and divine abilities, so he did not have to worry about being dragged into a dreamscape.
"The Mechanical Zombies suffered a huge loss this time. Judging by their previous extravagance and their habit of acting as if they had a mine at home, their retaliation will definitely be overwhelming, hysterical, and of the kind that will not stop until one side is dead. In that case, carrying out the original plan seems somewhat redundant. Why was I robbing them in the first place? Wasn't it because I lacked resources? And now, I have thirty precious seconds. I could casually take a few seconds to exchange—"
"Hey, this spendthrift behavior of mine... Forget it, there's no need to consider this. Those thirty seconds can't be used lightly. The resource shortage still has to be solved through robbery—"
"Master, emergency! Three Heavenly God-level Mechanical Zombie fortresses have entered the frontal battlefield of the Thousand-Handed World. Their positions are in the northern, southern, and western regions respectively. The safe distance from our forces is down to only one