In the 118th year of the Star Dome Calendar, as the Honey Mist Gear pierced the outer expanses of the universe, transparent honey pouches suddenly swelled along the viewport. Chen Feng poked the pouch membrane open with a wrench, and the honey syrup immediately coagulated on the deck into wrinkled honey jelly: "Su Yuhan, why does this spacetime field of the Void Clan... feel exactly like the frozen persimmon honey in my family's cellar?"
"Captain! Spacetime pockets are detected leaking honey!" Su Yuhan's voice mixed with the soft rustle of tearing fabric, "The Void Clan's hundreds of billions of pockets... are leaking chaotic honey mash, marinating the spacetime bubbles into canned honey yellow peaches!"
Liu Ruyan suddenly pressed her face against the observation screen, her nose instantly stuck with honey crystals: "Oh my god! Every pocket on the starmap is ruptured, and the leaking honey threads could weave a sweet osmanthus sugar net!"
Chapter 239