The Star Core behind was dim and lifeless, yet its rhythm still transmitted to the surrounding flesh, maintaining this sky battleground, executing the command of the Eye of God, intending to engulf the Fallen Island Battleship.
In the sky on the side, the dimensional membrane tore amidst the thunder, and Meluna fell from a rift.
The black-haired young girl was scarred all over, some parts of her skin seemed to have been gouged out by some powerful force, revealing bones that gleamed with a dark golden luster, not of the human race.
Even she looked so battered?
"Was she fighting physically inside the dimensional rift?" Xiaomo was somewhat dumbfounded.
The domain propped up by a Tier Nine Powerhouse was a simplified world where magic power and matter changed at will, independent of the material and magic power dimensions, yet fundamentally different from the rift between dimensions.
