It seems that

The fictional paradise-no.7 is almost unable to trap Him.”

When the old man finished speaking,

The entire dome of the Ark of Old suddenly made a terrifying sound of ice cracks.

The giant glass curtain walls covered with thousand-year-old black ice on the outside are now condensed into spider web-shaped frost flowers at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Just as Su Wen's pupils suddenly shrank,

All the ice mirror surfaces simultaneously emerged with a distorted huge outline:

It was a body made up of countless dark black diamond scales, each of which was refracting a strange indigo blue light.

It seemed as if the entire starry sky was compressed into those geometric shapes.

What is even more suffocating is that an existence beyond the laws of physics seems to be forcibly breaking through the shackles of dimensions.

When the shadow of the snake head with a cold metal light accurately locked the old man, the lightless mirror in Jiang Menghan's arms suddenly beeped, and countless tiny golden runes appeared on the mirror.

At the same moment,

The entire space was torn apart by the hissings of tens of thousands of giant snakes, and the sound waves were transformed into purple energy ripples, and even the air was shaken out of cracks wherever it passed.

"The Snake of the World...

Yemengard Jörmungad.”

The old man's palms covered with mechanical prosthetic limbs were deeply pinched into the alloy guardrail, and the electric sparks splashed out from his fingertips cast a jumping shadow on his old face.

Immediately afterwards,

In the phantom, he suddenly broke the nerve interface at his neck.

The other eye hidden under the mechanical shell was exposed, which was the pupil with golden liquid:

"You three young men, run away,
Chapter completed!