Several hours later, Zhang Yang led the expeditionary battle group along the enormous passage formed from the five-colored, dazzling roots and entered the interior of a special tree root.
It was called special because the entire root was black and suffused with the aura of the Dream Law, yet it was only as thick as a chopstick. If one was not paying attention—no, even if one deliberately observed it, one still could not discover it. This was mainly because the Dream Law concealed it, coupled with its extremely tiny size.
The nearly four hundred people in Zhang Yang's group first shrank themselves to the size of grains of rice. Then, wrapped by strands of special roots as fine as hairs, they were transported inside like packaged cargo. In an instant, they were carried forward at a terrifying speed, with the distance crossed each second measured in millions of kilometers.
Of course, the resources consumed per second were likewise astronomical.
After roughly half an hour, just as Zhang Yang was about to go bankrupt, they reached their destination. They emerged from the root high-speed rail, still dizzy and dazed, unable to believe it.
Thirteen planes in total—and it had taken only 26 minutes and 32 seconds!
Of course, this could not be replicated, and Zhang Yang had no desire to replicate it. Laying this super high-speed rail had cost him 23 million units of Cosmic Law, and the one-way fare had cost him nearly another five million units of Cosmic Law.
It would have been a lie to say he did not feel the pain.
But at this moment, he did not even have time to complain.
"**Hurry, hurry, hurry! Everyone, enter combat status! Defense Group, Sword Array Group, Combat Group, Heavenly Secrets Group, Concealment Group, and Logistics Support Group, take