"You wait here."
Zhang Rongfang spread his bat-like wings behind him, flapping them upward, soaring into the sky.
In the darkness, he transformed into a red streak, rushing hundreds of meters up in an instant, soon entering the cloud layer.
Crack.
A bolt of lightning roared as it was attracted to him, but it was automatically blocked by the blood mist surrounding him.
Some of the blood mist scattered, but Zhang Rongfang paid no attention and continued to charge upward.
Passing through the black storm clouds, the surroundings suddenly opened up and became exceptionally quiet.
Bathing in the soft blue aura of the magnetic field, he did not pause, flapped his wings again, and ascended.
Then came the intermediate layer, followed by the black, writhing night sky.
The night sky was still the same as before, seemingly unchanged.
But as Zhang Rongfang looked up carefully, it was obvious that the gap between the night sky and the intermediate layer had significantly shrunk.
