In Mu Fan's contemplation, and in Black's speculative calculations, Evil Wing leveled its wings and charged straight towards the mountain rock wall that divides the canyon!
"Hoo!!"
A roar like faith echoed in the canyon, Evil Wing accelerated again, entering the final sprint mode like a cruise missile.
The rock wall, as deep as a chasm, depths unseen, those precisely angled rocks continually magnifying in view.
"Is this stupid dragon crazy!"
Black roared angrily.
But Mu Fan's eyes sharpened, instantly thinking of a possibility, his right hand suddenly opened, a red glow condensed in his palm, and he flung it out in a split second.
——Shura Order!
The blood-colored Light Darts collided with the rock wall ahead with speed far surpassing Evil Wing.
Ding!
Boom!
A huge deep pit over thirty meters in diameter instantly blasted out of the rock wall ahead.
Huh?
Failed speculation?
Could it be that Evil Wing really planned to crash through?
