The chaotic sky shrouded the twisted giant city, dense mist flowing between the slanted towers and buildings. The out-of-control rifts extended from the top of the city into the sky like eerie vines. Countless structures within the city spontaneously reshaped through the dense fog, with everything in constant turmoil, everything inscrutable.
The pure white dragon (not the giant dragon) flapped its small short wings vigorously, flying crookedly over this bizarre city.
If Erin saw this scene, she would definitely say Baili Qing now looked like a marshmallow with two wings stuck on it.
...Actually, Yu Sheng wanted to say the same, but he was more cultured.
