The system landed heavily on the shifting sand, its feet sinking slightly into the golden grains as it exhaled a ragged breath.
It was breathing heavily, a mechanical approximation of physical exhaustion forced upon Xiao Long's overtaxed soul matrix.
Up above, it stared intently at the majestic silhouette of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.
The colossal floating fortress had completely stopped its aggressive bombardment, its massive runic matrices flickering down to a low, stable hum, as if the entire structure was entering a mandatory cooling cycle after unleashing such a devastating overdrive assault.
It was understandable, as Haoran did pushed the gardens to three hundred percent non-stop attack.
The thick mechanical smoke and spatial distortions surrounding the two worlds drifted lazily, and was even starting to repair itself and closed on its own.
The system immediately seized this sudden, vital window of silence to aggressively recover its rapidly draining qi reserves.
