"...haaa…haaa…" A series of exasperated breaths resounded on the deck a small-sized, white-colored Voidship with grey stripes. Its propulsion cannons were inactive as it remained anchored within the Dark Void. The origin of those exhausted exhales was none other than Wei Wuyin.
Bai Lin was rubbing his back with her right wing, leaning in to inspect his condition with a concerned glint in her eye. Opposite of her was a smug and smiling Wu Yu with his hands folded across his chest. That look on his face made his middle-aged, handsome visage quite punchable.
"I told you it'll be impossible. These reclusive mystic forces all have means to halt all incoming spiritual transmissions with uniquely marked spiritual markers. There's a reason why transmission talismans are commonplace within the Grand Cyclic Stellar Region."