Some people started watching on their phones, but they soon felt the screens were too small and unsatisfying. They rushed outside to find bigger screens.
A barbecue stall even set up a projector to attract customers.
"Star Constellation Scorch Mark + Purple Forbidden Enclosure suppression—our ancestors' metaphysics are crushing NATO's nukes!"
"Using Blood Jade Spirit Fruits as fuel? Is Li Xiang's warehouse Doraemon's fourth-dimensional pocket?!" (A comment from a Japanese netizen, teasing Li Xiang about his resource consumption.)
Netizens in Northern Europe started a poll: "Petition to rename the Nobel Peace Prize the 'Li Xiang Prize'!"
...
Wenshu Fairy gently raised a slender hand. Six streams of qing-jade Literary Soul shot out from the illusion of an ancient tome, but they dimmed abruptly upon touching the spatial rift.
"This is bad!" A trickle of golden blood escaped her lips. "Something on the other side of the passage is devouring the energy—"
