Ancient Battlefield Ruins. In the ominously low thundercloud vortex above, there emanated an extremely ancient and dangerous aura. A blue silhouette was gradually slowing its speed facing the thundering cloud vortex.
Endless desert, with the massive vortex in the somber sky devouring everything around, forming a swirling cloud layer accompanied by booming thunder, with silver electric snakes darting within, exuding a terrifying celestial might.
Lin Mo stood with both feet on the blade of the Xuanyuan Sword, forming a spiritual barrier around him, resisting the vortex's pull and the sweeping sands, his keen eyes fixed intently on the thundercloud vortex.
Occasionally, a streak of lightning flickered within the thundercloud vortex, with silver electric snakes darting in the clouds, disappearing in an instant.
"Is this the passage out of the Ancient Battlefield Ruins?"
