Sword, Magic, and Taxi

Dark clouds loomed, lightning flashed, and the majesty of heaven and earth pressed down so heavily that even the dragons couldn't lift their heads. Only the heartless lich could still look at the sky. A ray of golden light tore through the firmament, the chaotic flow of space like a tornado carrying sharp blades, violently tearing open the firmament, opening the passage of the crystal wall. A metallic object the size of a palm (an ancient red dragon's palm) leaped out, unstoppable, and charged towards the solid and heavy earth in a desperate charge. Zhao Mai gripped the steering wheel, crying loudly in the car: "I told you we should have bought a plane!"