Hearing this, many of the newly awakened students looked at each other. After checking themselves and finding no external injuries, the fury in their eyes wavered for a moment.
"Protection?"
Han Feng suddenly laughed.
It was a scornful laugh, as if he had just heard the biggest joke in the world.
"You two, do you really think it's not murder as long as the knife doesn't go in?"
Han Feng swiped a hand across the large screen.
A glaring red warning diagram filled everyone's vision.
It was an energy simulation of the Weaver's descent, along with the remaining time on the hibernation pods' power supply system—the red "04:59" was particularly jarring.
"Come and see your so-called protection."
Han Feng pointed at the screen, his tone icy:
"They're summoning a Tier Three high-dimensional energy consciousness that they can't control at all."
"The moment it gets out of control, or if the Summoning Ceremony requires more 'fuel'…"
