He really wanted to see if the atmosphere of the Creation Continent was indeed over ten billion kilometers thick.
"Damn—"
Just as Yang Yuan was about to redirect the Treasure-Collecting Gourd, a strange cry suddenly echoed from the sky above.
The next moment, the originally pitch-black Creation Continent suddenly turned bright again.
Although it was dusk by that time, the light was still much brighter than the previous doomsday-like darkness.
At the same time, everyone on the Creation Continent saw seven massive figures falling from the sky, large enough to burst through the heaven's vault.
In addition, a building of unimaginable size crashed through the atmosphere of the Creation Continent, and then—
"Boom boom boom..."
Three of the figures exploded instantly, blasted apart by the world will of the Creation Continent. Attempting to enter beyond the heavenly level was simply courting death.
