The galaxy rolls in the sky, galaxies like silver threads descending slowly toward the earth.
People look at the horizon anxiously.
"Only 1220m left until the Holy City is fully airborne. Deity, we should continue forward." Yi Zhongyu's voice came through the left earphone.
"What kind of joke is this? Deity lost four companions, and we still have to move forward?" Xia Jiawen's voice came through the right earphone.
"Compared to the weight of civilization, five lives are not heavy. If it were me who died, I would say the same."
"Deity, please turn back! We have urgently calculated the current situation. You can rewind five or six times!"
Su Ming'an knew he couldn't persuade Xiao Ying.
Distant water can't save a close fire, Dieying said this. He can even permeate the United Group, Xiao Ying's mother is under his infiltration, crushing her only requires disconnecting the oxygen tube, and it's no different from crushing an ant.
