In the Ice Age Apocalypse, I Hoarded Billions of Supplies Chapter 3165: Immortal in the Painting 2

"Snap!" Zhang Yi's hands finally clasped together, and the golden spherical space before him turned into a gigantic flat disk. Olib's body formed a scroll, and his eyes were still filled with expressions of anger and reluctance. Zhang Yi did not care in the least. With a raise of his hand, he directly retrieved that golden scroll, gripped it in his palm, and squeezed it tight: "From this moment…