The blue light of the defensive Formation dissolved into fine stardust across the sky. Following the last flickering coordinate point on her holographic map, Yè Shūlí retracted her laser blade back into her tactical belt.
Jiang Ye tilted his head back and drained the fruit wine from his gourd. As his Adam's apple bobbed, it tugged at the unhealed scratch on his collarbone—a wound torn open by a void beast three days ago.
"The cracking sound in the southwest corner was 0.3 seconds early." Yè Shūlí's fingertips glided over the waveform chart on her floating screen, the meteorite sample's serial number leaving a pale green afterimage on her retina. "Someone is simultaneously jamming the frequency of the defensive Formation."
Chapter 534