The Next One

Looking at the Floating Island, which had been blown into more than a dozen large and small fragments, Liu Zhi finally understood what Black Gloves had meant when he said the Floating Islands wouldn't last long.

They hadn't lasted through many attacks at all. One hit, and a Floating Island was destroyed. What was that supposed to mean?

He shook his head helplessly, then turned his gaze toward another nearby Floating Island.

"Forget it. We still haven't found any clues. Let's go to the next Floating Island. Maybe we'll find something new there."

Liu Zhi looked around, picked a nearby Floating Island, and steered the Yadaliate toward it.

Black Gloves didn't seem to care. He was still earnestly studying how to build the time machine, as if hoping to figure something out.

Liu Zhi wasn't too concerned about it. There were still more than a dozen Floating Islands in the area, and the destruction of one wouldn't affect his goal this time.

But just because Liu Zhi didn't care didn't mean everyone else felt the same way.

Just as Liu Zhi was about to head for another Floating Island, two players were making their way toward the one that had been destroyed.

One of them looked much like the mechanical men that had appeared on the Floating Islands. He was covered in black machinery and welded iron plates, and the weapons in his hands were a tower shield and a Chainsword.

It was clear, though, that everything he wore was player equipment. He'd had it for a long time, and it had gradually taken on traits unique to him.

It was much like the Thunder God's Destroyer Fang in Liu Zhi's hand. The sword was slowly being influenced by Death Lightning, and the current flowing over it was gradually turning