The fierce cold wind relentlessly assaulted Zhang Rongfang's face, making his skin increasingly stiff.
He flew through the thin clouds.
Each flap of his more than ten-meter-wide bat wings stirred up a massive air current.
Below, the desert, the earth, and the horizon already revealed a faint arc.
Zhang Rongfang looked up, and the sky above was still a blurry pale blue.
He took a deep breath and suddenly rushed upward.
Poof!
The film-like layer from before was once again breached.
His vision suddenly turned black.
Everything quieted down.
An invisible air current swirled around him.
'As expected...' Zhang Rongfang tilted his head back, gazing at the boundless black sky.
'As expected, the Moon God did not deceive me.'
In his heart, he was now seventy percent convinced.
He mostly believed the words about the sky and how it would keep contracting.
