"What time is it now?"
"I don't know, 3 o'clock? 3:30?"
Wang Yunxiao sat down on his butt by the wall and shoved a handful of snow into his mouth.
The dreamscape circuit hovering over Nantong District finally collapsed and disintegrated.
There was no skill to speak of, it was all about the yield.
A huge fireball exploded, shattering the core into pieces.
The intersection of dream and reality was forcibly torn apart, and the weirdness not of this world quietly receded like the tide.
What was revealed was a sight full of wounds and destruction.
Lianluo didn't come back; considering the yield of that explosion, she must have detonated her entire body.
Is there… still a chance to save her?
Wang Yunxiao didn't understand the secrets of the Garrison Soldiers Dharma Gate, so he dared not make a rash statement.
But from his impression of that girl, she really didn't seem like someone who would choose to sacrifice her life for justice.
What kind of hero dresses up like a Panda?
