Xiaobai tightly clung to her neck, hiding behind her, trembling all over uncontrollably.
"Xiaoqing! Xiaoqing! Run!"
The burning white clouds transformed into fingers, slowly pressing down from the sky!
As if a great purple sun was falling!
Cyan Simurgh did feel an urge to run.
The station they were at was on the edge of the city, while the burning purple fingers were in the city center, possibly over a hundred kilometers away.
But judging by eye, Cyan Simurgh couldn't be certain; maybe it was really only a few dozen kilometers.
However, when those purple fingers pressed down, her body sank as well.
There was a feeling as if being crushed by the aftershock, unable to move!
The screeches and booms of collapsing buildings, like explosions, came through clearly from afar, with shockwaves spreading layer by layer, rolling the white mist up to their faces.
