The rift in the sky was transforming into a vortex that devoured everything, shredding torn clouds. Amidst the ruins of Assam City, increasingly intense gales howled as if about to sweep away the entire avenue.
Luo Yan looked at the eggshell in his arms. Suddenly moved, he shook out the Magic Wand from his sleeve.
"Atmospheric Barrier!"
A milky-white gas sphere formed a protective shield, enveloping the area ten meters around him, and the grass swaying chaotically in the stone crevices instantly straightened.
The restless air quieted instantly, and at that precise moment, a crisp "crack" sounded from his arms.
The eggshell shattered.
A crack appeared on the surface of the dragon egg that had been warm in Luo Yan's palm for a long time.
Soon, a dragon's claw, slightly slimy, slowly reached out, possessing the soft quality of a newborn creature, yet remarkably emanating an undeniable aura of majesty.
