——The fissure grew larger with Han Yi's movements, and within a few seconds, it had formed a suspended oval vortex-shaped entrance. Han Jiaojiao was utterly astonished as she watched, eyes bulging, unable to utter a single word!
My God... What on earth is this?...
The immense vortex undulated in her room, as if breathing.
She could see the other side of the vortex, which was pitch black, with tiny specks of light twinkling like stars.
"...Brother, what... what is this..."
With a gentle movement of Han Yi's hand, a long object was sucked from the other side of the vortex and directly into his hand.
Han Jiaojiao took a closer look and saw that Han Yi's hand now held a weapon as long as his arm, which resembled a gun but had a very weird appearance.