More than ten days had passed since the second explosion at the Heavenly Fire Industrial Base.
Over seven thousand warships had rushed over from across the universe. Some had gone straight into battle against the monsters of the Dark Matter Sea, while more waited in deep space for their next orders. If the Spatial Fissure could not be closed through fusion erosion and continued to expand, they would have to carry out the Central Computer's evacuation order.
Fortunately, the Monk of Joy had entered the Dark Matter Sea and drawn away a great many monsters, considerably easing the pressure here. Spatial fusion erosion was proceeding in an orderly fashion, with seven Ascension Ones rotating continuously. If nothing unexpected happened, they should have the situation completely under control within forty days.
"If only Shen Yunmai were still here." Zeng Ju sat beside the Medical Pod, his right hand, severely injured by high-temperature particles, resting in a cloud of low-temperature repair mist. Watching the images transmitted to the Light Screen, he unconsciously murmured to himself.
Shen Yunmai had a special body, and his experience and abilities in this field far surpassed those of ordinary Ascension Ones. Had he been here to oversee the spatial fusion erosion himself, even though this Spatial Fissure was much larger than the one on Yellow Jade Planet Two, it would not have been as difficult as it was now.
Sword Immortal Ensheng's injuries were too severe, and he had remained in the Medical Pod. Pushing Zeng Ju's hand aside with a mechanical hand, he asked, "What exactly happened to Shen Yunmai?"
"The Monk of Joy thinks he's dead," Zeng Ju said. "I don't."
Sword Immortal Ensheng raised his eyebrows slightly. "If the Founding Patriarch wanted to kill his own son, he must have had his reasons."
"When