Zhang Xiaohao stood on the ground with an indifferent expression, gaze fixed towards the due north.
In the shadow of night, the area to the north seemed still, but Zhang Xiaohao sensed a tremendous crisis lurking there.
It was as if a ferocious beast from ancient times was hiding, surreptitiously spying on him.
The night wind blew, and a sinister and murderous atmosphere instantly spread, shrouding the entire ruins of First-class Hall.
Boom!
In the darkness, a sudden peal of thunder rang out at that moment.
Following closely, streaks of silver-white lightning tore across the sky.
The roaring wind mixed with dark clouds filled the air, and large raindrops poured from the night sky, pelting the ground and hitting Zhang Xiaohao's body.
Looking again at Zhang Xiaohao,
he still maintained the same posture, standing motionless, gazing intently towards the north.
Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, an hour went by.
