Zhou Wen looked at Zhang Yuzhi, who was crying in front of the black six-winged dragon's corpse. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly saw a golden beam rise from the seawater.
A golden apple floated out of the water amidst the pillar of light and slowly rose into the air.
The golden apple was clearly the one Zhou Wen had thrown out. At that moment, it seemed to be alive. It floated in the air and emitted a resplendent divine light.
A golden beam of light descended from the sky like a god. That figure seemed to be condensed from golden light as a terrifying pressure descended. It was like a sea of death, as though it was a supreme existence in the world.
The golden light descended from the golden beam, stopping only when it reached the golden apple. It reached out and grabbed the golden apple.
