The five figures of Zhiyangyang, who were sitting in a half-squatting position, suddenly merged into one. He raised his right hand, which was wearing a thermal gauntlet. The thermal gauntlet vanished, leaving a green-yellow triangle glowing on his right forearm.
Facing the sea of falling rose petals, circles of green light emitted from his suction gun, and an anti-gravity pull drew the petals drifting away into the distance.
With a single-handed clench, countless petals burst apart in mid-air, resembling magnificent, blooming fireworks.
Chapter 172