But soon, the massive meteor crashed down, like cracking an eggshell, easily shattering the anti-magic shield.
"Boom!"
An earth-shattering explosion resounded, flames shot into the sky, and billowing smoke swept across the land, devouring everything on the ground — whether it was Imperial Soldiers, cannons, or steam tanks.
The scorching heatwave overturned everything, countless charred limbs and Shards flew in all directions, forming a terrifying storm.
At this moment, ripples appeared in the distant space, followed by space rifts opening in the sky. A dozen airships and hundreds of Bipedal Wyverns poured out, like a surging cloud mass, instantly occupying most of the sky.
"Roar —"
Alger rode the Dragon Vein Giant Eagle, soaring in the sky. He gazed at the towering flames and smoke, his pupils contracting sharply: "No good, we are still too late..."
