With the efforts of the Goblins and the mysterious guest's guidance, the formation to replicate the Authority of Time was quickly completed and began operating normally.
The mysterious guest wearing the Dragon Head Golden Mask did not hesitate and stepped straight into it.
Even as he was enveloped by the formation's radiance, he turned around and waved goodbye to Babayak and the Goblins.
"If everything goes smoothly, we won't see each other for a very long time—at least, from your perspective."
"For me, as long as I can successfully retrieve the Authority of Time, perhaps I'll see you again the very next second."
After saying that, without waiting for Babayak and the others to respond, the mysterious guest's figure shattered and vanished like a reflection in water.
After two consecutive transmissions across time and space, the foundation stones used to construct the teleportation formation had long since reached their limit and completely crumbled.
Staring at the ruins scattered across the ground and the mysterious guest who had long vanished without a trace, Glargong dropped to his knees with a thud, his face filled with despair.
It was over.
That guy had really gotten away!
Babayak noticed the movement beside him and instinctively turned to look.
Seeing Glargong kneeling beside him with a look of utter despair, he could not help finding it strange.
"Glargong, what's wrong with you?"
"Wait... when did you kneel next to me?"
"...Huh? Why are my clothes like this?"
"You bastard, what were you trying to do to me just now?!"
Hearing those questions, the dim light in Glargong's eyes finally returned. He hurriedly said, "You're finally awake!!"
"Awake?" Babayak frowned slightly. "I've been awake this whole time..."
"No, you haven't!" Glargong said emotionally. "Not only were you not awake, no one else here was awake