The communication channel had been quiet for a while.
By now, the helicopter Wang Ye was riding had drawn close to the outer perimeter of Fengrao City. The high-speed railway tracks and the factories in the suburbs were clearly visible beneath them, and the low buildings in the distance resembled a concrete sea undulating in the darkness. The brightly colored colossal city lit up half the sky, but at the very top, a palm-sized dark shadow was especially conspicuous.
Although it was only the size of a palm, considering that the helicopter was flying at a height not even reaching the second level of Fengrao City, which was already at the height of the 26th floor, to fully understand how big that thing was, one would have to fly up.
Many Yin people living in high-rises were fleeing the city by car, while the people on the lower levels didn't know what was happening above, and since it was late at night, they didn't react at all.
