The Progress Bar Is Stuck

Hilda stared at the spot where Darklight Isle once stood, stupefied. The place was now empty. All that was left was a faint glow, which resulted from the energy-field ships as they accelerated away. The trail of screams from the holdout leader could still heard in the broadcast—righteous and soul-stirring. Nonetheless, the staunchest spirit of the holdout had no match for the moving experts who transported the isle.

Hao Ren sighed in silence. "Nothing like seeing it in real life. Why didn't I think of that?"

"Haven't I told you, I've got many energy-field ships?" 883 shrugged. "This service isn't cheap. Now that we've moved one isle, we still have 10 teams of spacecrafts nearby. Please earmark the floating isles you woud like to retain. I'll get them hauled to the World Gate. Then, the remaining isles will be ours."