The warriors of the Fire Phoenix Army glanced at each other.
They suddenly felt much relieved—if this situation could continue, perhaps they could hold out until the rescue. Who would choose death if given the choice to live?
At that moment, the shocked people also slowly came to their senses. Logically, the Dragon's Majesty skill shouldn't have such a strong effect on humans.
It was because their spirits were on the verge of collapsing that they had been intimidated by the Dragon's Majesty for so long.
Even though they had recovered, they were still suppressed by Qiuqiu's passive talent, Dragon's Majesty.
"You... look... what is that?"
A crew member, pale-faced, pointed at the roller door which drew everyone's attention.
Shao Zifeng and the others turned their heads to see, behind the slightly lifted gap, a huge circular black hole that kept contracting and rotating.
The black hole was shrouded in fog, and one could faintly see the reflection of vitreous bodies.
