The sky, originally as blue as a wash, was now shrouded in ink-colored clouds.
Deep within the ink clouds, a gigantic vortex appeared, with black and red light erupting from its depths, resembling the eye of some terrifying alien creature.
This vortex was enveloping the entire Shenzhou Land Continent from above, carrying the momentum of "black clouds pressing against the city, ready to crush it," seemingly poised to devour this land.
Such an upheaval, how could He Jia possibly ignore it?
He abruptly lifted his head, his gaze sharp like lightning.
"Earlier, Yongning mentioned that Supreme Wisdom has been emphasizing the term 'Final Day'." Yan Shunhua's expression also grew grimmer, "Could this be the so-called Final Day?"
No one knew what would happen on the Final Day.
But since it was crowned with the term "Final," even if it wasn't the end of the world, it was close enough.
