Crash!
The wind and waves blew, causing ripples in the puddles.
Thick clouds as dark as ink gradually retreated, and finally, a ray of sunlight fell upon the northern district of Black Port City.
A few raindrops slid down the glass windows of the tall buildings, and near a broken and toppled streetlight pole, the accumulated puddles rippled, reflecting the scene of a distant pit.
"It seems we've won."
In a calm tone, Wang Cheng stood on the other side of the kilometer-deep pit.
The silver metal covering his body was full of cracks, with dents from palm prints and blackened marks from gunfire scattered all over.
The ion light shield had completely shattered, appearing as if it had suffered some severe damage.
However, his energy level magnetic field remained stable, and the charged crimson arcs on his body surface continued to flicker without end.
"You...."
