This is a proper world, not some so-called fantasy, mythology, or cultivation tale; we rely on our own hands and firm beliefs to move forward and create a wonderful world.
But soon, the scene before him completely dumbfounded him.
His eyes nearly popped out.
Lin Fan roared and swung a fist at the burning factory, no... for He Yong, he couldn't see how many punches were thrown; he could only hear the sudden thunderous noises in the air, like muffled thunder.
"How is that possible."
In his line of sight, the burning fire dragon was seething and then, as if encountering some unimaginable storm, the fire dragon wailed, being pulled tremendously in one direction, visibly disintegrating at a visible rate.
"It's over," Lin Fan said with a smile, turning his head toward He Yong, "You see, it's all right now, no need to worry too much. I told you I'm not that fragile. Being a regular citizen and being able to partake in this, even just a little help, I am quite content."
He Yong: ...
