The Small World of the Royal Beast Race covered billions of miles within the Hollow Void under its suppression, an entire race's world — even the weakest of races spanned billions of miles, let alone the Royal Beast Race which ranked in the middle tier among the Hundred Clans.
The pale-yellow Small World, oval like a chicken egg, looked far away as if there were rippling waves flowing across it, exuding an aura of ancient vicissitudes.
The darkness of the Hollow Void world was thundering with lightning; as Xiao Chen approached the Small World of the Royal Beast Race, the accumulated four levels of Heavenly Thunder punishment had already begun to descend.
Boom!
Like a lightning silver dragon, emitting an aura capable of destroying the world, a thunderbolt as thick as a thousand feet fell, making Xiao Chen, who was originally indifferent, suddenly become solemn.
