The vaguely familiar scene stirred the memories buried deep in his memory. looking at the slowly dissipating dense fog, a pang of realization suddenly hit Zhang Lisheng. With a faint smile, he murmured, "A steam missile, so it's actually a steam missile… Has the Shrimp World No. 1's gods formed an ally with the Karlado people's steam civilization now? Looks like the cross-world alliance I advocate is becoming a trend now. Hmmph, the situation has become more complicated and interesting. What should the Earthling do then in this situation…"
As the young man was muttering to himself, the splendid brilliance that shrouded the world's gate began to slowly dissipate. After a few minutes, like a sunset hanging on the horizon in the evening, it dimmed down to the minimum brilliance.