Just like the brief silence between thunderclaps.
An unprecedented frenzy is surging along the earth veins, rushing forth!
But to what exaggeration will it reach?
Even separated by such a great distance, there's still such a strong precursor—sixth level? Seventh? Eighth? Or... higher?
In this briefest of moments, Ji Jue instinctively clenched his fist!
A roar erupted from Lou Feng's temporary workshop.
Under the focus of the Star of Bethlehem, the Prosperity suddenly shuddered, breaking free from all constraints, and then erupted with blazing light.
Repulsion spread like a tide, overturning everything.
"You, Ji—"
Caught off guard, Lou Feng was slammed against the wall, instinctively opened his mouth to curse, and then saw a massive surge of mercury pouring from the ceiling, wreaking havoc and engulfing the entire workshop, rapidly expanding, solidifying, and filling every crevice of the underground space.
"Paradise!"
