Look at this street, it's covered in gold, no wonder San Francisco is called San Francisco.
Li Cheng thought casually, put on an Anti-toxic Mask, and with a thought, the Alpha Python lowered its head and spewed out a high-energy beam, sweeping across the street.
The professional players were vomiting and sick, draining seventy percent of their strength, unable to fly away to escape. Even those who tried to block with a shield didn't have enough strength to hold it, and were burned to ashes by the high-energy beam.
"Anonymous, are you still not taking action?!"
Brother Bing roared towards the sky, and up high, wrapped entirely in a black hooded cloak, maintaining invisibility, unaffected by the poison gas, the Anonymous player finally moved.
He raised his hand and summoned a... over two-meter-tall vertical metal pod.
Wait, is this damn thing a Time Machine?
