Winged People

The instant this figure appeared, the entire world seemed to begin tilting.

Space trembled without end, and the vast underground expanse let out a ceaseless hum as though it could no longer bear the strain. A mountain-toppling, sea-overturning force howled forth at an angle, and an enormous milky-white pillar of light shot into the sky, smashing through layer after layer of earth's restraints and piercing straight into the heavens!

"What is that?!"

"White light?"

"What kind of power is this? I've never seen it before—why does it fill me with such deep fear..."

"..."

At that moment, the vast white pillar swept across heaven and earth, exuding an incomparably magnificent aura. Yet not the slightest hint of pressure leaked from it. The entire process was even eerily quiet, as though all sound had been swallowed by the white pillar.

Yet this seemingly tranquil scene dealt an indescribable psychological blow to every living creature.

Shocking!

Powerful!

An irresistible power!

At that moment, anyone who saw that white light soaring into the heavens could not help but feel insignificant.

Wherever the white pillar passed, everything was silently devoured.

Some unlucky creatures were merely grazed by the white light, only for their bodies to be instantly swallowed without a trace.

Whoosh!

Perhaps only a moment had passed, or perhaps a very long time. At last, the white light completely faded.

The entire vast underground space was fully exposed beneath the sky, with not the slightest obstruction remaining.

"Yellow Seven, what happened?!"

At that moment, a voice sounded from the communication talisman on Lin Cheng's body, filled with uncertainty and alarm.

Lin Cheng did not respond.

His gaze remained locked on the figure that had suddenly appeared before him. The other party had strolled out of the white light, immaculate and neat, radiating a