At a little past five in the morning Beijing Time, the dim light of dawn, the bustling chatter of early-morning snack stalls heralded the start of a new day.
Having pulled an all-nighter with barely half an hour of napping in between, Da Fei removed his helmet, stood up to open the window for fresh air, a biting early spring breeze piercing through him. Then Da Fei hastily freshened up to clear his mind before logging back on.
It must be said, Da Fei, now over thirty, truly felt he couldn't handle sleep-deprived gaming marathons like in the past. But Da Fei had no choice. At this critical moment, he couldn't afford a single mistake.
At this moment, Da Fei's fleet was moving in place amidst the steam-filled, lava-flowing Lava Cave. Yes, moving in place, as the rush of the Flame Stream made it impossible for Da Fei's ships to advance further, much like running in place on a treadmill at the gym.
