In a burst of sparks, the spatial gate to the 'Netherworld Realm' closed.
Senior White, wrapped in a sheet, gazed at the water droplets of the 'Heavenly Dao Molt Ball' floating in space.
"It's over," Senior White muttered.
The virtuous lamia nodded in agreement.
The events had unfolded rapidly—from the sudden collision of the smoke dragon to the explosion of the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball, then the smoke dragon snatching the sneakers and core, and finally the brief mental showdown between the smoke dragon and the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball. It all happened so quickly that no one had time to react.
In the vastness of space, the dismembered body of the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball floated silently. It resembled countless water droplets. It hadn't been completely obliterated; each droplet remained in motion, but there was no indication of them reassembling anytime soon.
