"Good heavens! I'm not dreaming, am I?! How... how is this possible?!"
"Look up, quick, the clouds! Those terrifying clouds!"
At this moment, the previously peaceful and harmonious factory was indistinguishable from heaven and earth, seemingly reverting to primordial chaos. The oppressive clouds in the sky swirled together as if they were the entrance to an abyss.
Employees of a more timid disposition had already turned pale with fear, their lips trembling.
"This... this..." Li Qiang's eyes nearly fell out as he stared dumbfounded at the sky, his mouth agape for a while, unable to utter a single word!
And just at this moment, Wang Hao poured a large bucket of oil into this fire pit!
"The hurricane is the deity of destiny, intoxicated and confused by his own ferocity, he has become a twister!"
Wang Hao's voice seemed to emanate from the depths of Jiu You, resonating between heaven and earth!
