"Bang!"
The dwarf man looked at the scene before him, incredulously slapped himself, and only upon feeling the pain did he realize he wasn't dreaming and time hadn't stopped.
There was no problem with the world.
There was no problem with his eyes.
But those shells were indeed suspended in mid-air just like that.
The next moment—
Chen Mang's right hand suddenly clenched tightly, and those hundreds of shells suspended in mid-air instantly exploded with even greater speed, returning along their original path and immediately engulfing the head of the train that was flying uncontrollably in the air.
It was night, with a sky full of stars.
Fireworks blossomed in the sky in clusters.
Quite splendid.
