The scene briefly descended into chaotic revelry.
"Oh, my! Dear Lords!!!"
The old technician heard the noise, so frightened that his soul seemed to leave his body, and he rushed over, crawling and tumbling, his face worse than crying, his voice changing tone.
"Stop shouting! Stop shouting!!!"
"Shut up, please!!!"
"Do you want to attract the Destiny Ghost Army?!!"
His hoarse shout was like cold water splashed into boiling oil.
The revelry scene instantly froze.
All the Grandmasters who had climbed out were visibly stunned, the ecstasy on their faces quickly fading, replaced by shock and bewilderment.
"Destiny Ghost Army?"
"Attract... attract them?"
Someone instinctively looked around.
The pale ice plains, the howling cold wind, the unfamiliar glacier contours...
A chill instantly shot up from the soles of the feet to the Celestial Spirit.
"Where... where is this?!!"
"Where's Glazed Light City?! Where's the camp?!"
"Damn it! Where the hell did that meatball bring us?!"
