Ghosts wailed and gods howled, the heavens and earth changed color, and a fierce storm arrived in an instant. The man-made ring couldn't withstand a single blow, immediately shattered by the storm's sandy snow, sliced and flung away.
In the storm that moved tens of kilometers per second, the air friction was intense, occasionally sparking terrifying sparks that vanished in a blink.
The eyeballs of the Infant Eater were slapped against the shell of the artificial celestial body, and before Li Aozi could confront her, they were torn apart by centrifugal force, turning into debris that scattered with the wind.
Li Aozi sat quietly in his artificial celestial body. He hadn't been injured for a long time. He had withdrawn directly from combat, his Arcane Energy quickly recovered, becoming increasingly composed and relaxed.
The storm's disaster couldn't harm him. Staying here, he was very safe.
As he treated the gunshot wounds on his body, a system prompt sounded in his ears: