Zhu Minglang had seen similar scenes within Dragon Gate: mountains reflected in reverse, magma flowing backwards, and the chaotic, yet horrifyingly terrifying junctions between Star Continents, especially without the effect of the Void Sea.
"I'm not asking you about the principles. I'm asking you how to solve this. I need to leave here too. The Ghost Mark Star has at most half a month before it falls," Zhu Minglang said.
"Ten days. The speed of descent will get faster and faster, not to mention that there are so many gods on the North Dipper Divine Land exerting their power, dragging the Ghost Mark Star downward," Mr. Jinli said.
"I didn't ask you about the number of days. How do we escape?" Zhu Minglang asked.
Although his current strength had greatly increased his chances of surviving,
the force of a Star Continent collision was too vast; even the powerful had a certain chance of perishing. Zhu Minglang did not like to gamble with his own life.