High above the ancient, mountainous land, a shabby metal cube whizzed through the air.
Above the metal cube, a figure with clown makeup painted on, resembling a puppet, was perched.
"Brother Dong had previously reached a conclusion that this Tianjiao Ranking Battle would be fraught with great variables, extraordinary indeed... I didn't expect it to be a Food God Feast. I wonder if Brother Dong will make it in time."
The clown suddenly spoke, his eerie face revealing a strong sense of anticipation.
Swoosh!
A surge of True Yuan energy burst from the shabby metal cube, increasing its speed by fifty percent.
Soon, the clown's view filled with countless crowds and flying artifacts of various sizes.
Deeper within, waves of True Yuan fluctuations and intense collisions could be heard.
"It should not have ended yet."
The clown's eyes shone brightly as he rode the metal cube swiftly toward the commotion.
"What's that thing?"
"Get out of the way!"