Together with Wuying Qi's laughter, the noises of fractures and explosions in the rocks above the dome were more and more intense. There truly seemed to be a pair of godly hands that were tearing apart the hard crust of the planet brutally.
Even the so-called "safe area" was no longer safe. Massive rocks were falling nonstop, making the Imperial Guards cry and flee in panic. One moment of carelessness, and they would be heavily wounded, if they were not smashed into pieces in the first place.
Even though the Imperial Guards had minds as tough as iron due to Wuying Qi's repetitive brainwashing, they were still greatly shocked at the magnificent changes.
It was not the fear of death but the perception of their own insignificance when faced with the enormous nature.
Li Yao and Long Yangjun looked at each other and were both appalled, wondering what kind of terrifying influences that underground movements would cause to the surface of the planet.