In just the short time he was away, four more warships had left the formation and disappeared into the darkness.
Even on the Xuyang, a large number of officers and soldiers, including Wei Liuyun, had vanished, and the remaining people couldn't even remember their names.
Wang Yunxiao finally realized that there was a major problem with his sense of time.
Perhaps it wasn't a problem, but resistance.
His own resistance was so high that he couldn't feel the pervasive erosion of the great tide, resulting in a strong sense of disconnection between his personal perception of time and real time.
He felt that not much time had passed, but for the fleet, a long time had already elapsed.
"The Snow Wind has sent a message..."
And then what?
Wang Yunxiao turned his head and found that the person who had been reporting had already disappeared.
So what did the Snow Wind say?
The number of people in the command room was decreasing, and warship after warship lost contact.
