C1177 I'm your grandpa!

Amidst cries of alarm, the people of the Flying Heaven Tribe raised their wings and swept away the wind as they escaped into the distance.

Zhang Dongcheng carried both of his hands behind his back, and standing alone in this dark world, he instantly sent flames that soared to the sky. With a casual wave, dozens of golden, glittering javelins shot out like lightning into the sky