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At that moment, Bai Zhexian seemed to have something to say, but Feng Yi raised his hand to cut him off before he could speak, silently shaking his head. He knew very well that escaping Alternate Space in any normal way was almost impossible unless they were given endless time, food, and shuttle fuel. The circulation of oxygen was also problematic; it was simply unrealistic.

"Brother Bai, Kevin, come and control the shuttle, I'm transferring the authority to you now."

"Has Brother Feng thought of a strategy?" With a fan gently swaying in his hand, Bai Zhexian asked with a somewhat heavy tone.

"Well, I can try."