Sword, Magic, and Taxi

Synopsis: Black clouds loom, lightning dances, the might of heaven and earth presses down so hard that even the dragons cannot lift their heads, only the heartless lich can still look at the sky. A golden light tears through the dome, the spatial turbulence is like a tornado carrying blades, wildly tearing open the dome, opening the portal of the crystal wall. A metal object the size of a palm (the palm of an ancient red dragon) jumps out, unstoppable, charging towards the solid and thick earth with a suicidal charge. Zhao Mai grips the steering wheel, shouting loudly in the car: "I said we should buy a plane, not drive!" The new book has been put on the shelves, 《White Flag Limit Shop》, I am Soth, and I continue to tell the story...