At this moment, the space of the farm was completely disordered. Yi Lin was head downward and feet upward, unable to differentiate where was the sky and where was the ground under the influence of the mage's magic.
The entire farm, after being reorganized, had turned into a rolling sphere, as if the farm itself had become a celestial body, a planet spinning on its own.
The teleportation array circuits were evenly distributed on the slowly rotating celestial body, their lights flowing, like an artifact from the Deity. Those reorganized patterns exuded a grand and majestic aura.
Though Yi Lin said this, now that the Supreme Mage had shown his hand, he naturally wouldn't waste the painstaking effort of the Supreme Mage; he seized the time, floating in mid-air, his fingers subconsciously trembling in front of him. He was comprehending, imitating, and deducing.
