The umbrella defense line was slammed open, creating a huge breach... Any perfect entity, once it has a gap, will spread and expand, eventually completely collapsing and shattering. At this moment, the umbrella defense line is like a setting sun, with most of it sinking below the horizon, and the remaining half continues to "sink," causing the floating board to tremble in the bitter cold wind, exerting its last effort to release its glow.
The grey-winged creatures flew all the way, stumbling and bumping, eventually crashing against the edge of this broken umbrella.
The sound of wailing came to an end just like that.
The battered grey-winged creatures died at this moment.
