Sky City
The silhouette of the woman traverses the narrow road, lifting her head, gazing at the walls adorned with weeping faces, falling into a brief silence.
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Primordial Wilderness
Those clusters of black roots are like spikes fixing dolls, piercing into He Ao's body, anchoring him to the ground.
The dense roots simultaneously extend outward, forming a crisscross mesh cage, trapping He Ao within.
The gun in his hand was knocked away in this sudden assault, rolling aside.
He Ao lifts his head, looking forward where the ruins of the coliseum are collapsing and fading at a speed visible to his naked eye.
Above the collapsing ruins is Estella, her unruly hair casually draped over her shoulders.
On her crystal-clear, clean cheeks remain traces of tears, yet her expression carries an intangible coldness.
She gazes at He Ao, a hint of anger in her hoarse voice, "Why can't you just sit still and do nothing?"
Crackle——
