Deathstroke carried Kitty, while Kitty held a braised deer tail. One man and one cat stared at the enormous ball of light, but after all this time, they had found nothing unusual on its surface.
"I can't see anything different about it, meow. There's no physical substance inside this ball of light. It's just a mass of uniform light."
As Little Gray spoke, its tail drooped. Its little pink tongue licked its glossy, oil-smeared lips.
"The Webway structure around the outside is simply an energy absorption and transmission device. Aside from the better materials and more advanced technology, there's nothing remarkable about it."
It was a dream, but it was also only a cat. When it came to supernatural things from the Mystic Side, it knew them inside out. But when it came to technological research, it only knew a little.
In any case, it had told Deathstroke everything it had noticed. How the man chose to judge it was no longer the cat's concern.
Thinking of this, Kitty sighed. It had originally only wanted to come out, travel around, broaden its horizons, and think about Dream's future.
Yet it had somehow gotten tangled up in such troublesome affairs. Deathstroke's enemies might not be endless, but they certainly came in an unceasing stream. That was far too exhausting.
But on second thought, it was normal. Slade did such major things—how could he possibly avoid offending people, meow?
"Wait a little longer. We'll wait for the Celestial Destroyer to return." Su Ming could not see anything either. He had tried both Quantum Concepts and Dark Concepts. "This is a Celestials' ship. Hopefully, he understands something about Color Faction technology."
Dark Concepts could not even approach the ball of light before being dispersed. This thing's energy level was incredibly high, high enough