Originally a sky covered thick with dragon swarms, like a white sheet scribbled with chaotic writing, was wiped clean by a massive eraser, clearing out a vast expanse of nothingness.
A thorough route, unobstructed by anything significant, appeared right in front of the plane.
Inside the cabin, everyone, including the prepared Ning Yuantai, stared blankly at the scene, which had the map instantly wiped clean. Only the pilot mechanically controlled the joystick, continuously advancing the plane.
It was a mental freeze, a momentary brain dysfunction that humans experience when they see something beyond their comprehension.
No one knew how much time had passed.
"Am I... dreaming?"
Someone muttered.
His voice seemed to gradually bring everyone back to their senses.
"This... is this really something humans can do?"
"Are you sure we didn't just drop a nuclear bomb ahead?"
A member of Cease-Blades trembled with disbelief.