At the foot of Qiwu Mountain, a gigantic mushroom cloud rises, clearly visible from several kilometers away.
Chu Huang gazes at the mushroom cloud ascending into the sky, a cold smile playing at her lips.
She discovered the airplane Feng Zheyu prepared for Lu Xiaoyou, so how could she not sabotage it?
Lu Xiaoyou wanted to fight back; she might as well be dreaming!
This is the Floating Island, her territory!
The explosion unleashed thousands of degrees of heat instantly, blowing the airplane apart and even flipping the entire warehouse. The warehouse walls and roof were shattered, the beams ravaged by tongues of fire collapsing one after another.
Lu Xiaoyou felt a bit dazed; after the shockwave of heat hit her, she was injured if not dead.
Yet she felt no pain, not even the burning heat that could pierce the skin, and even the explosion's roar seemed distant.
