Within a range that ordinary people find hard to hear, a faint tearing sound arose, and a crack, three zhang long and half a zhang wide, appeared.
At the edge of the crack, a dim light shimmered, vaguely transforming into the phantom of a Black Dragon. The Black Dragon's claw forcibly tore open space, holding it apart to prevent it from closing.
"Let's go, stop looking. Once your strength grows a bit, you'll be able to do this too, or if you reach the same level as me, you can do it now."
Yang directly cut off Yu Ziqing's train of thought and stepped into the crack.
Yu Ziqing thought to himself, at a time like this, how could I be concerned with such issues?
He needed to quickly assess the situation; if things were truly dire, he would have to consider how to carry his whole base and escape.
