Right at the moment when Long Fan and the Big Cotton Ball were about to be pulled into the strange world of the mural, Fang Ning had sensed something was off on the other end.
System No. 2 had used various moves, none of which were long-range, while it may seem like the damage area was not wide enough, in reality, the powers had been concentrated and focused on a single point.
However, as the blades of wind and flame intertwined and the snow and gravel stormed, the strange pillar remained steadfast and unmoving.
No matter how much damage was done, it appeared that the essence of the stone pillar received no significant damage.
Even though the human faces and creatures on top of it were still howling and groveling, its sounds had not decreased at all.
"This can't go on, Sir System's Incarnation, there's still a relative gap between your capabilities and your dad's," Fang Ning could not help but say.
