Yu Hong paused for a moment, staring at Yiyi for several seconds before turning around and flying out of the spaceship.
He returned to the Hei Hei Spirit.
Clenching his teeth, he headed straight to the main control room.
“This can’t go on like this! No! I have to go back! I must go back!”
He stretched out his hand, a flicker of black-and-white sacred power shooting from his palm, flowing into the Hei Hei Spirit’s energy furnace.
Hum!!
The entire Hei Hei Spirit trembled violently, its speed suddenly skyrocketing.
It made a sharp turn at breakneck speed, turning around and heading back in the direction it came from.
From then on, Yu Hong didn’t go anywhere else.
He just stayed in the main control room, ensuring the direction was accurate.
When he got tired, he closed his eyes and rested briefly.
When thirsty or hungry, he simply condensed element matter using sacred power and took it into his body to replenish his energy.
Day after day passed—months flew by in the blink of an eye.
Yu Hong reopened the communication light screen.
“Senior Uncle?”
There was complete silence on the other side.
“Senior Uncle??” Yu Hong’s eyes slowly widened, and he called out again, his voice trembling.
After a series of rustling sounds, Yiyi’s little face appeared on the other side of the light screen.