"Gravity increased a mere tenfold."
Yi Lin successfully adjusted the gravity multiplier around him, as Oda Mai battled in the maze, gradually getting accustomed to swinging her blade under tenfold gravity.
"Average."
Oda Mai curled her lips, showing neither joy nor sorrow.
She had yet to realize her thinking patterns were gradually morphing into someone's shape.
"Secret... Ten Directions Destroyed!"
A cruciform blade light tore through the sky, and the downpour paused for a moment.
The rain curtain was abruptly split in half, rows of walls collapsed with a boom.
The slash conveniently also cut down the wall on which Yi Lin was standing, used to show off.
Yi Lin was speechless, looking down at Oda Mai charging forward like a tank, thinking to himself, when a teammate's showing off, you should cooperate a bit.
"Interesting."
Zhao Yulong was first startled, then coldly smiled, withdrawing in mid-air.
"Little Dream, retreat!"
