High up in the sky, the wind was quite strong.
Lin Yue looked toward the center of the city below, still shrouded in fog, a white expanse through which nothing could be seen.
But from his current altitude, the fog didn't reach, allowing him to relish the sense of looking down upon mountains from a peak.
Yet, this fog was not simple.
It only covered the very center of the city, and only a section of the area covering two to three square kilometers was enveloped in fog.
The distant plains, city, and ocean were completely unaffected.
And by the seaside, next to the collapsed Statue of Liberty, a strange black shadow, akin to a giant rock, stood out prominently.
Lin Yue adjusted his body's posture so that he was parallel to the ground, and turned the four jet nozzles at his feet to maximum power.
His speed instantly surged, and in this open sky without obstacles, Lin Yue didn't worry about colliding with anything.
