Above the towering Sky Dome.
It seemed that apart from birds, nothing else could linger here.
Yet, behind the white clouds, the speed of those special warplanes was gradually slowing down.
Soon after, they were actually floating in mid-air, an overwhelming spiritual power spread out, and a voice that was both crisp and hoarse emerged in this stretch of sky:
"Sister Sang has arrived, why not come here for a good show? Oh right, Long'er, you come too."
In mid-air, there was a warplane completely in dark green.
The surface of the warplane seemed to be breathing as it was constantly pulsing, at the same time, there were mycelium-like things surrounding it, extending towards the clouds, as if they were firmly grasping the entire sky, like a strangely suspended spider.
In such an airspace, this peculiar warplane actually opened its cabin door, and the three people gathered here leaped from their respective aircraft onto this dark green warplane.
