Eastern Central Earth
Liu Zhengyun stood on an endless plain, raised his head, and gazed at the giant fissure in the sky, sighing slightly, "It has come after all."
Beyond that enormous fissure, the gray-white planet was getting closer and closer to the earth, and the massive crack was still opening rapidly at a visibly quick pace.
"Is there anything we need to do?" Wu Ganglie also watched the scene in the sky, asking hoarsely.
"We've done all we can," Liu Zhengyun sighed softly, lowered his head, and fell into silence.
At this moment, a gray radiance surged skyward from the distant ground.
"Is that Dongdu?" Wu Ganglie lifted his gaze and looked at the gray light, "The timing is off, and He Ao didn't give us any message."
"Could it have detonated prematurely?" Liu Zhengyun's face turned somber, and he spoke softly.
Just then, the shining gray light suddenly came to a halt.
"What happened?" Wu Ganglie turned his head to look at Liu Zhengyun.
