C583 Meteoroids Scapegoat Experts

The glare of the midday sun.

On the roof of the building.

Zhao Zuoyi, who was covered in blood, was looking around in a daze.

The screams of the humans on the street had become less and less.

Meanwhile, the number of "crazy" people with green eyes was increasing.

In the sky, not a single helicopter had just flown into this city filled with "crazy" people.

"Oh my god, I beg you, dragon