"Primordial Tent?"
"Colonel Luo Yan, are you sure?"
Bai Shaotang's voice came through the communications channel. His tone was tense, and it was no wonder—Mei Po was currently biting into the Primordial Tent. Who knew what would happen next?
Luo Yan said gravely, "It should be correct."
At that moment, his eyes turned golden as he looked toward the sky. In his vision, he saw patterns formed from countless symbols.
They were woven together by latitude and longitude into a vast net. Now, that net was trembling slightly.
Just then, on the screen, a blaze suddenly ignited across Mei Po's body, followed by golden flames rising into the air.
Beidou's voice immediately rang out. "That's Solar Gang Fire. Wonderful—Mei Po has attracted the Primordial Tent's attention."
Shi Beiluo said gravely, "It would be good if it burned her to death, but this is Mei Po, not a Heavenly Ghost. Can Solar Gang Fire really affect her?"
On the screen, the golden flames covering Mei Po grew brighter and brighter, but she paid them no heed. Instead, she tore at whatever she was grasping with even greater force.
A moment later, all six of her arms rose. Her hands clutched at empty air, pulling as if she were tearing something apart.
At that moment, in another shot, the golden cracks high in the sky grew more numerous and more densely packed, looking just like a shattered porcelain vessel.
Suddenly.
The cluster of golden cracks split open in the middle. Space was torn apart, revealing an opening. Beyond it lay a dark world.
"Yanfu!"
"That's Yanfu!"
Cries of alarm rang out from the Command Center.
Footsteps sounded then, and Zhao Ruifeng arrived.
The moment he entered, he asked, "What's going on?"
Bai Shaotang hurriedly explained, "Mei Po seems to have torn open