Chen Zhao couldn't explain KingTong's stubbornness in a few words.
And Chen Zhao wasn't interested in arguing with KingTong.
For example, Beelzebub, who followed Chen Zhao, was a subordinate of the King of Gluttony, and Great Lord Beelzebub Zofee.
Were they evil? According to human rules, they were indeed evil.
But was it caused by their bloodline?
No, it was caused by the environment of Hell.
They had to survive in Hell in one way or another.
In Chen Zhao's opinion, Hell was also the law of the jungle. The strong were respected and the fittest survived.
In fact, the seniors in the spiritual world and even those who had lived longer should understand that there was no such thing as evil power in this world.
After noon, they were going to Arma Island again.
Chen Zhao provided a lot of things, including tents, food, water, and all kinds of tools.
There were more people on Arma Island today. There were only a hundred people yesterday, but there were three or four times more people today. There were probably four or five hundred people.
"There are so many people. Even if we work together, I'm afraid we won't be able to get many achievements." Jollinash wasn't confident.
If it was a one-on-one battle, she might be confident.
But there were too many people on Arma Island today.
"The others are about the same," KingTong said.
"To be honest, if your teacher is willing to take action, we'll have a higher chance," Peian said.
She had the same thought as KingTong. She felt that Chen Zhao and his disciples were a bit ignorant and fearless.
But she had to admit that Chen Zhao was indeed very powerful.
Even on this island, he could be a top-notch existence.
However, no one thought so.
If Chen Zhao took action, they wouldn't have a chance to do anything.
They had seen how terrifying Chen Zhao's strength was.
The only time Chen Zhao was serious and the only time he was injured was when he fought with the three-headed dragon.
Unfortunately, only Moore Raz was lucky enough to see that battle.
However, compared to the three-headed dragon, all spirits weren't that scary.
Moreover, their main purpose this time wasn't the reward of the Scarlet Church, but the trial.
That was what they really needed.
If it was just a reward, they only needed Chen Zhao to take action.
In the Association, the most important thing was actual combat ability.
Even Ados dared to enter the Tower of Trials.
Therefore, to Litt Grove and the others, the most important part of this operation was the actual combat experience, not the rewards.
KingTong and Peian began to draw the magic circle again, while Jollinash and the others stayed to help them.
Of course, when the Turin arrived, they would fight on their own.
KingTong and Peian also trusted Jollinash and the others.
The people on Dharma Island were basically preparing for the battle.
Because no one knew if the Turin would come tonight.
They could only rely on some supernatural spy satellites to investigate the Turin.
After all, it was impossible to send planes or ships to investigate. Once planes or ships were used, they would most likely be attacked by the Turin.
The Durian could not be detected during the day and would only appear at night.
The factor that decided whether the Turin would come tonight was the airflow in the Pacific Ocean.
If he didn't appear tonight, then he would definitely appear tomorrow night.
However, in the afternoon, the wind around Ma Ma Island became stronger.
This was a sign of the arrival of the Durian.
Every time the Durian appeared, it would be accompanied by a storm.
Dark clouds began to cover the sun.
The entire Dharma Island was shrouded in dark clouds.
On the Hydra, Chen Zhao looked up at the sky.
"Will it come tonight?"
The waves were also a little bigger, and the Hydra was shaking a little.
It wasn't strong, but it still had some effect.
Chen Zhao controlled the seawater to reduce the impact on the Hydra.
Recently, Chen Zhao had been thinking about how to fill his body with magic and at the same time control his body so that it wouldn't fly.
This problem had been bothering Chen Zhao for a few days.
Although flying has always been a pursuit of mankind since ancient times.
However, when he really had the ability to fly but couldn't control it, it would feel very bad.
If every cell in Chen Zhao's body was filled with magic, he would fly directly to the stratosphere.
However, after a few days, Chen Zhao still had no clue.
Chen Zhao thought about carrying weights. It was fine.
Wearing something that weighed a few hundred kilograms wouldn't be a burden to him.
However, life would be very inconvenient.
For example, sitting on the sofa, lying on the bed, or driving.
Take the Porsche 918 at home for example. If he wore a few hundred kilograms of weight, the wheels would probably crush him.
What Chen Zhao needed was a way that wouldn't affect his life and could be controlled.
Basically, Chen Zhao's current state was that his mass density was lower than air. In theory, it was similar to a hot air balloon.
So, it wasn't really flying. If he was in an environment without air, he wouldn't be able to fly.
From a scientific perspective, what was real flying like?
Breaking free from gravity through propulsion was one.
Another was anti-gravity, but it couldn't be achieved with current technology. It was still a concept.
However, Chen Zhao suddenly thought of an idea.
Or rather, a possibility.
That was to change the quality of magic.
The most fundamental reason he could break free from gravity was that magic changed the quality of every cell, allowing him to break free from the restraints of gravity.
The quality of magic was lower than the quality of air. This was the fundamental reason.
So, what if the mass of magic was greater than air?
Changing the quality of magic was equivalent to compressing the magic to a higher density. In other words, it would increase his own magic power.
From a scientific point of view, it was possible.
But it wasn't science. It was magic, a supernatural power.
Could he really do it?
Chen Zhao wasn't very confident.
Every cell was like an oxygen bottle or a gas tank. The tank was filled with gas.
Oxygen bottles and gas tanks had the same technical principle. Through air compression, oxygen and gas could be compressed into a liquid, increasing the density of oxygen and gas.
Chen Zhao's heart jumped. If it was a liquid, he could control it.
Maybe this method would work!
But there was still the most important step.
How could he compress magic?
Chen Zhao reached out and gathered a ball of magic in his palm.
Then his palm started shrinking. The magic started shrinking and the density started increasing.
A ball of liquid appeared.
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