The black clouds pressed on top, the electric snakes danced wildly, and the power of the heavens and the earth made the dragons unable to lift their heads. Only the heartless lich could look at the sky.
A golden light tore through the dome, and the space turbulence resembled a tornado with blades in it, violently ripping the dome open, opening the channel of the crystal wall. A metal object the size of a palm (ancient red dragon slap) jumped out, unstoppably launching a desperate charge towards the solid and heavy ground.
Zhao Mai held the steering wheel and cried loudly in the car: “I said I should buy a plane instead of driving!!”