"Boom boom boom boom!"
In Sanjiao Mei City, large magnificent fireworks burst in the sky, the flames stretching into waves of heat, lengthening the evening and illuminating the city.
Chu Liang was traveling aboard the latest model, the Divine Dragon helicopter, through this region illuminated by fireworks.
Beside him, four or five men and women also donned in black armor sat silently, each with a somber expression, seemingly burdened with thoughts.
"Dang lang!"
A shock suddenly came from above everyone's heads; the helicopter shook slightly and then returned to normal.
Just now, following an explosion in the sky, a descending insect cocoon was simultaneously hit by several missiles at high altitude, shattered into fragments, and fell down.
Some fragments fell directly into the city, crashing into the buildings below, immediately punching huge holes in them.
