In the twirling sand desert, sand and gravel gathered, creating a towering hand that had twisted. It smashed the light column of the Sky-breaking Shuttle and shot up into the sky. Consequently, the Sky-breaking Shuttle broke.
The sudden, brutal move of the desert had scared Cecilia and Shang Ying Yue. They paled and looked at the tornadoes touching the sky. They felt so small.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Sky-breaking Shuttle was smashed into pieces. As soon as its remains fell on the ground, they scattered like ash going with the wind.
A mournful shriek came from a walnut-sized cluster of gray smoke as it appeared in front of Shi Yan, sending screaming and screeching to Shi Yan's soul.
The turbulent energy in Shi Yan's body suddenly calmed down. No beam of energy rolled out anymore. He paled and looked at the Tool Spirit in front of him and the formation that only the Soul Consciousness could perceive. His eyes became colder.
