"Boom—"
The entire sky shattered like a broken mirror, everyone incredulously looked up at the sky.
In the last second before the world's destruction, Pei Jinye left with all supplies.
...
"Can history really not be changed?"
Pei Jinye muttered to himself.
The moment he arrived in the Federation World, countless infrared sights suddenly targeted him.
"Hmm?"
Without any hesitation.
Pei Jinye's figure flashed.
"Bang bang bang!"
A series of flames erupted from where he stood.
The area where Pei Jinye was standing was instantly swept clean.
The ground was smashed by bullets.
Dust and smoke filled the air.
"Slara!"
In an instant.
It was like tearing through a fragile piece of paper.
A dazzling light gathered in this dense fire zone, ruthlessly severing the incoming shadows at their waists.
The sound of gunfire abruptly stopped,
Pei Jinye stood unscathed at the same spot, the smoke billowing in front of him, his figure flickering like a ghost.