C1141 The Trump Card

A dazzling golden rain was drifting down from the sky. It flickered with a sharp light, and it actually cut open a faint trace in the void.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

When the golden rain fell on the ground, it was as if the ground had suffered the bombardment of countless bombs. Countless deep pits and cracks appeared like lava. Within a radius of several dozen kilometers, it was a scene of devastation