This power seemed to be able to destroy the world, and it was beyond the ability of a small human.
The ceiling above them was cut open, and bean-sized raindrops fell on song Qing's small face and body. It was cold and painful.
The long-lost fresh air and rain poured into her throat, choking her and almost making her cough.
However, when she recalled the previous scene, song qingxiao instinctively shut her mouth and did not dare to make a sound.
Tonight, there were lightning and thunder, and it was raining cats and dogs. The wind was howling, and the rain drenched her body, making her tremble.
Her body flew out like a broken kite. Song qingxiao held back her fear and wiped her face. Under the rain that fell like a curtain, she forced her eyes open.
Looking down from above, the laboratory was completely destroyed, as if someone was holding something and stirring a cake into pieces.
