The time in the jungle seemed to have frozen.
Only the cold wind sweeping through the branches and bringing down a few scattered dead leaves could prove that this planet was still rotating.
The Desic Mecha Group visible through the long-range viewer had clearly accelerated their search and advancement speed. This was the typical behavior of seasoned hunters after discovering unmistakable clues; they would fixate on a clue, continuously gathering evidence to support it, and when all traces pointed in the same direction, they would pounce aggressively.
Tian Xingjian continued his battle preparations at a leisurely pace. However, this Fatty hardly exhibited the demeanor of a solitary swordmaster calmly sharpening his blade before the frontline of an army. He seemed more like a condemned prisoner desperately delaying his execution, trembling incessantly as if he were a jittering toy.
