Yuan Qingmei was about to speak, but in broad daylight, a bolt of lightning suddenly lit up the sky, signaling the arrival of the New Era of the Different World.
Yuan Qingmei could no longer focus on talking with Su Li, her palms gripping the backpack were sweating profusely.
Even though she had experienced it once again, knowing she would not perish at the onset of disaster, she was still just as tense and scared.
Compared to the previous panic about an unknown future, knowing what would happen next not only left her feeling uncertain but added even more fear.
It was a period more terrifying than the Jurassic period in history.
Humanity was as insignificant as the insects on the ground.
Everyone around was drawn to the strange phenomenon in the sky, involuntarily stopping their actions to look up.
Only Su Li, distracted, looked around before focusing her attention on Yuan Qingmei, who had been reborn.
