The originally bright and sunny sky turned dim in an instant; first it became a pale gray, gradually deepening into dark gray, and finally into a heavy, pitch‑black canopy. All these changes happened within just a few breaths, while a terrifying, oppressive power layered upon itself, making it hard for people to even breathe.
In this darkened heaven and earth, only Jiang Dali and the Regent King remained, two figures radiating blinding Golden Light, locked in a standoff.
On the slope, every tree swayed and staggered like a drunk, shaking and colliding under the Qi Force of the two men, which was as deep and immovable as an abyss and as towering as a mountain.
The swirling pear blossoms seemed to lose formation, sucked into the mad vortex formed by the two men's Qi Force, shredded into a heady fragrance.
Countless碎石, grass, and branches on the ground all began to jump violently, then continuously shattered and exploded, turning into endless dust.
Bang bang! Bang bang!
