He grinned: "Alright!"
The space was once again torn open with brute force, and the two of them leaped in.
At the moment of entry, the violent spatial turbulence pressed in like a tide.
Sikong Yan's fingers hooked into the void, forcibly fixing the surrounding chaotic spatial rifts into a net-like structure.
Meanwhile, Zhou Qing seized the moment to manipulate the light dragon, roaring as it charged towards one side.
The array patterns on the dragon's body flickered wildly, colliding fiercely with the invisible barrier.
"Zii—la—zii—la—"
Amidst the piercing friction sounds, the barrier gradually became visible.
Surprisingly, it was a huge silver "pipeline," with liquid-like spirit patterns flowing on the inner walls, squirming as if alive.
Sikong Yan inhaled sharply: "This..."
