After retrieving Lingling back into the pet space, Qiuqiu slowly landed on the severely damaged street.
Looking up, the cracked walls on both sides of the street had broken thorns vines hanging down, and below, broken glass shards were scattered.
The private cars parked on the street had been burnt into empty shells, and near the point of attack of the Star Group Beam, star-blue light particles spread, dazzling like the aurora in the dark environment, slowly eroding everything they touched.
The Poison Fire Flying Dragon was curled up on the ground, its back raised high, with its two tattered wings hanging limply on the ground, the right wing's bone broken, the sharp bone piercing through the Scale Armor and exposed to the air. From the wound to the gaps in the Scale Armor, glowing starlight emitted, and the residual Star Power was still eroding its body.
