The sky was still drizzling heavily.
Raindrops fell like strings of pearls, making a splashing sound.
The sky was still filled with dark clouds, blocking the distant vision of what might be behind those thick layers.
Using spirit telekinesis, Liang Yuan formed a shield around him to ward off the wind and rain.
He raised his head, gazing at the cloud-covered sky.
In the past six months, the storm never ceased, and the clouds in the sky never dispersed.
In Liang Yuan's mind, inexplicably, he recalled the military transport plane he saw at Meidu Garden.
He still remembered clearly that the plane didn't ascend into the cloud layers but flew at a low altitude.
Yet from within the clouds, a gigantic mutant bird lunged out, tearing the transport plane apart, and then re-entered the clouds, vanishing without a trace.
"During the last sea tide, mutant birds also appeared at Yangshan, but I've never found any trace of such birds in Yangshan."
