Gravity had changed-or rather, at that very moment, the way the entire Crystal Palace space station's inertial gravity maintenance system operated had changed:
As the most extravagant artificial creation in human history, it provided impeccable service to the wealthy. Naturally, it could not let them float in midair like lowly Black slaves in space. A major reason the station's main structures were spherical and ring-shaped was that they rotated constantly, simulating an effect close to gravity.
As Ouyang Nan passed Ye Chen's seat, he merely tilted his head slightly and stepped straight past.
"Where did you two go stealing?" Xia Chan'er frowned, took the food from their arms, and filled a chipped bowl with water for them. The two gulped it down, then lay spread-eagled on the ground, clearly exhausted.
Clearly, these people were the powerful figures who had disappeared after the Demon Sect's battle with the Great Thousand World.
He muttered discontentedly. If he were not worried about shocking everyone, he could pick all these Chinese toon shoots in no time.
He himself had also been targeted several times by fools who did not know any better, but none had been particularly strong, and he had dealt with them all easily.
Time did not exist here. Everything returned to a single point of origin; there was no concept of time here.
Sure enough, outside stood that wretched Daoist, as skinny as a monkey. The wretched Daoist grinned at Tang Feng.
The sudden acceleration sent gusts of wind whipping Nero's hair into disarray, but since Nero was still sprinting, there was no attempt to smooth it down or anything of the sort.
As he spoke the last sentence, his expression darkened, and even his tone turned somewhat cold.
Braum had just been swallowed by Xu Xiyu's Tahm and then spat