November 13. Around thirty-five degrees, hot and humid.
Even now, thinking back to when we first infiltrated the advanced spirit stone planet scared me.
The battleship's left wing was hit. It lost its balance and spun wildly through the air. It felt like I'd jumped into a washing machine, tumbling around and around.
If the battleship had crashed and exploded, our whole group would surely have been blown to bits. Luckily, while we were spinning, Corpse King Li found a foothold and forced open the battleship's hatch, allowing us to escape.
Honestly, that was an experience I never wanted to go through a second time. I couldn't remember how far we'd been from the ground—five thousand meters, or ten thousand? Anyway, just thinking about it scared me. From now on, if I could avoid flying in the sky, I absolutely would.
The battleship didn't have any parachutes, but luckily we had Corpse King Eagle. He carried us safely down to the ground.
Just as expected, the battleship crashed. The advanced spirit stone planet's defense forces were busy dealing with the blood mist and didn't notice what was happening on our side—or, rather, they took us for one of their own.
The defense forces had suffered heavy losses fighting the blood mist. Battleships were crashing one after another, like dumplings dropping into a pot.
We knew very little about the advanced spirit stone planet. The Zhutian person we'd captured earlier had only come to this planet to refuel; they knew nothing else.
Judging by the surroundings here, which resembled a primeval forest, this didn't look like the sort of place where battleships would refuel.
Was this somewhere the Zhutian civilization hadn't developed yet?
This is bad. The defense forces are coming. They noticed the crashed battleship and are searching for survivors.