The Formatting Process had been unexpectedly interrupted, something that had never happened before.
Yang Yi immediately faced retaliation. Not only did the various system functions stop working, but the system itself also surfaced, displaying characters that should not have existed in his field of vision to communicate with him.
"Have you lost your mind?!"
"Do you know what you're doing?"
"You're playing games with everyone's lives, with the future of all humanity!"
"Stupid... utterly idiotic!"
"..."
The blue characters in Yang Yi's vision flickered rapidly, refreshing so quickly that it was as though someone were speaking at an incredible speed.
Fortunately, Yang Yi had exceptional eyesight. Anyone with poorer eyesight might have found the next sentence appearing before they had finished reading the last.
He ignored it, and the Sea of Dreams beneath him gradually faded, turning back into the Sea of No Light.
Next, Yang Yi began taking off the Abyssal One Armor. Putting it on had taken only an instant, but removing it was another matter entirely.
He now understood why Old Man Sun had struggled so much to take it off. His experience was much the same, like struggling free of some creature's stomach. During the process, red tubes embedded in his body detached, resembling Muscle Fibers or something similar. The portions that had entered his body remained inside him, so after taking it off, Yang Yi faintly developed some kind of connection with the Abyssal One Armor.
It felt very much like an extension of his limbs.
Yang Yi could clearly sense its location and condition, and even its surroundings.
Once removed, the Abyssal One Armor curled up again, secreting large amounts of stringy mucus across its surface. Once dry, it became a crimson cocoon. The entire process took less than twenty seconds, and the armor