# Volume 22: Lord of the Sky
A massive black fissure suddenly appeared in the blue sky, and a black dragon of enormous size, dozens of meters long, burst forth from the wound-like rift—because of the violent winds surging at nearly a thousand meters per second in midair, the black dragon completely lost its balance, struggled for a moment, then had to give up flying and plummeted straight down.
"Master! I really can't control it anymore!"
In midair, Black was still shouting in panic, but the warrior did not respond. In a tenth of a second, he scanned the surrounding gales and tornado pillars, and noticed the magnificent ancient floating city suspended below him. After calculating, the next moment he gently tapped his heel, and the black dragon suddenly felt an immense force coming from its head—if one had wings, then doors were indeed not very necessary."
"I've more or less guessed who the master of this Divine Calamity Mist is. Such a peculiar city structure, countless towering spires... it can only be that one."
Nodding in agreement with No. 3's statement, Joshua lifted the box and looked up at the top of the tower. As for the words, the hoarse voice seemed to be transmitted directly into the heart by divine power, but the warrior knew that the speaker was not addressing him.
Joshua turned his head to look at the girl with azure-blue hair beside him. No. 3 was now staring wide-eyed in shock, her black wings frozen stiff, her entire body unable to move, as if locked in place by some tremendous force.
"Could it be... speaking to me?" The artificial intelligence girl tilted her head slightly, speaking in a trembling whisper, and Joshua nodded seriously.
If everyone has wings, who else could it be?