Virtual Universe, Yang Zheng's personal plane.
"Rather than worrying about Luo Feng, let's talk about you!" Yang Zheng turned his gaze to Babata, his tone steady.
"Me?"
Babata had just breathed a sigh of relief for Luo Feng. Those words left him stunned. What could there possibly be to discuss about him?
"Reviving Hu Yanbo."
Yang Zheng's voice was quiet, yet it exploded like a thunderclap in Babata's heart. His whole body trembled, and for a moment, he could barely control his emotions.
Seeing this, Yang Zheng sighed inwardly.
Babata and Hu Yanbo were the ones who had truly been through life and death together.
Throughout the years in which Babata had developed into an intelligent life, he had always been with Hu Yanbo-they had fought one life-or-death battle after another and spent countless years adventuring together.
The depth of their bond was easy to imagine.
"Yes! Yes! Let's go right now! To Yunmo Star!"
Babata's voice trembled uncontrollably, every syllable brimming with urgency.
Yunmo Star, a once-glorious planet, had been utterly destroyed along with its foundations when Hu Yanbo fell.
In space outside Yunmo Star.
Clad in silver robes, Yang Zheng hovered quietly beyond the atmosphere. Beside him stood Babata's virtual projection, tense beyond measure. The little black-robed figure clenched his fists, staring fixedly at the region below.
Before them, clouds as thick and black as ink churned, their gaps revealing the cold purple light of a star. It spilled mercilessly over the shattered, devastated land.
Every trace of its former civilization was gone, leaving only ruins amid the void.
"Rise."
With a slight stir of Yang Zheng's will, vast divine power spread silently outward. In an instant, the immense void before him seemed to shift beneath an invisible giant hand, and time began flowing rapidly backward.
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