The military helicopter spiraled upward into the sky, like a wounded bird navigating through the storm, with the mutation of the dimensional magnetic field causing disturbances in its systems. Even the most skilled pilot struggled to stabilize it, akin to a novice playing a flight combat game.
Lu Bu'er gazed out of the cabin window at the heavens, where the sky and the earth seemed to be engulfed in the ferocious storm. The curtain of rain was so vast it appeared as if it would drown the whole world.
They were like diving through a breathable sea.
The surging sensation was enough to overwhelm anyone.
"I once studied at the military academy that this is a harbinger of a Deity's awakening, like the natural instinct of a newborn to cry. When a Deity awakens, the world too will weep. Now that the dimensional gates have closed, we do not know if we can make it out alive,"
