"Whoosh!" The Flying Dragon passed through this layer of "water ripple" and entered the Small World.
What a large world it is!
Lu Yuan saw a vast loess plateau, quietly floating in the void.
The ravines crisscrossed like Earth's bloodlines, and in the deep and shallow folds lay the frost of war. The starlight in the void obliquely shone, casting a silver edge on the plateau's corners; the curves of the terraced fields layered like waves, occasionally dotted with the lights of engineering robots, tiny yet resilient.
As an Ancient Great Clan, the Evil Dragon Clan's Small World should have been very abundant, but in reality, it was not so.
Lu Yuan focused his eyes and could vaguely make out the hydrogen bomb craters left by war.
In fact, the power of a hydrogen bomb wasn't as enormous as imagined; a million-ton hydrogen bomb only created a dirt crater with a diameter of 300-500 meters.
Most of the flowers, plants, and trees in the Small World had been plundered as spoils of war.
