Wu Xiaode waited until the door of the laboratory closed before the smile on his face gradually faded away.
Zhao Zhibing was a Taoist, proficient in talismanic magic for concealing one's tracks.
If even Zhao Zhibing was in danger, it was probably already too dangerous to stay in that world.
Wu Xiaode took out his phone and said, "Your Majesty, send me up."
"No problem."
Twenty minutes later.
A plane roared into the sky.
At an altitude of fifteen thousand meters.
The cabin opened.
Wu Xiaode, wearing a Mobile Battle Armor, jumped out.
Boom—
The power system of the Mecha activated, propelling him relentlessly upward.
Twenty thousand meters!
Wu Xiaode looked down for a moment.
Everything in the Capital down below looked as small as cubes of tofu.
He then looked upwards.
—To his astonishment, he saw the same scene!
Deep in the sky, another Capital appeared before his eyes!
Only this Capital seemed somewhat dilapidated.
