Above the cloudless azure sky of Morning Light Machinery Factory, an enormous iron ball so huge it was staggering swept across the sky, blocking out the sun like a mountain and flew directly towards the nearby tower crane at a steady pace.
The momentum of the iron ball was so immense that everyone heard the whistling sound of tearing wind, which to Wang Qian sounded like the call of the Grim Reaper, sending chills down his spine.
At that moment, the once clear sky suddenly turned gloomy, and the proud sun was obscured, shrouding the entire sky in darkness.
Nobody could have anticipated that the terrifying iron ball, weighing dozens of tons, would be kicked into the air by Ye Tian and even directed toward the tower crane not far away.
Bear in mind that a fully loaded Dong Feng heavy truck weighs just over 40 tons, yet this iron ball tipped the scales at a monstrous 60 tons, something even the large construction cranes would likely struggle to lift.