The crowd exploded into chaos. Faced with such a desperate crisis, aside from a handful of people frozen stiff where they stood, everyone else's first instinct was to run—whether they could escape or not.
Yet Zhao Dong kept feeling that the road beneath his feet seemed to be lengthening on its own. He was running slower than the road was stretching.
And the huge thing in the sky was almost upon them.
It was merely diving down, yet despite the vast distance still between them, wild winds and heat waves had already swept across the ground.
Its piercing dragon roar was ancient and majestic, as though it were chanting of the greatness of its ancient race.
Zhao Dong was completely dumbfounded. He had only come to take a look at the Flower Goddess—why had the worldline unfolded in such a bizarre direction?!
Even creatures like dragons, which existed only in legends and games, had appeared.
Indeed, traces of the extraordinary appearing in an ordinary world seemed like a good thing. But everyone knew that in any story involving the supernatural, people would go missing. Zhao Dong had never imagined that one day, he himself would become one part of a string of numbers.
I'm tired. Let it all be destroyed!
Looking at the ever-lengthening road and the ever-nearing dragon, its savage draconic head sharp and angular, Zhao Dong thought that if this scene had only appeared in a game CG, he would definitely have raved about it.
Knowing he was doomed, Zhao Dong was no longer quite so panicked. He even had the spare mind to think about strange, random things.
People were strange like that. If someone pointed a gun at him, he would definitely be terrified. But now that he was about to be killed by a dragon—even