Ten minutes later.
Evil Wing's ugly dragon face was squeezed so tightly that it could barely open its eyes, its wings pressed firmly against its body. The entire dragon was like an oversized fathead fish, completely stuffing the Night-class Destroyer.
It wanted to howl now, but at this bizarre angle, its throat could barely make a sound.
In the corner enclosed by Evil Wing's coiled tail, Shura stood alone, because that was the last empty space aboard the destroyer.
Under Black's forceful insistence, Mu Fan finally entered Shura's cockpit.
If anything went wrong, Mu Fan would be able to ensure his safety as well.
The swaying destroyer began heading into the Warp Point under the escort of the other two ships.
Like a fish slipping into a bubble.
With a pop, the destroyer completely plunged into the vortex.
The space fell silent once more.
Dazzling light began streaming through the crystal windows and into the warship.
Through Shura's vision, Mu Fan quietly admired the colorful scene, like jelly and slime intertwined.
The colors here truly differed from the pitch-black passageways he had seen before.
If he looked closely, he could even see patterns on the passageway itself.
Warping would not take long, usually only a minute or two.
So Mu Fan was not overly worried.
But at that moment, confusion flashed through the eyes of Mechanical Dragon [Evil Wing], curled up inside the ship.
This feeling...
A tremor in its soul?
Was there something bad nearby?
So it tried hard to twist its neck and let out a difficult cry.
"An inexplicable sense of foreboding?" Black found it hard to understand what Evil Wing was trying to describe. Could it simply be translated as a sixth sense issuing a warning?
Mechanical Life had sixth senses too?
Lord Black did not