It's All Your Wife's Fault
Editor: Atlas Studios
Li Yao flew toward the picture where Lu Qingchen was, as if he had passed through an invisible space membrane. The ever-present heavy pressure gradually dispersed, and he sensed the attraction force again, which gradually changed from 'flying' to 'falling'.
The world around him became clearer. Towers of silver rose up from the ground one after another, blocking the sky and the sun. They were like primitive forests where silver flames were burning, and he was just a tiny ant in the forest.
Li Yao was in the City of Silver.
There were still fuzzy ripples around him. The explosions and roars were still far away and dull. When he touched the broken walls or the dead bodies of the ferocious beasts, he could pass through them directly when he sensed the feeble resistance, just like when he passed through the black gaps.