Li Qingyue couldn't help but be distracted, the commotion was simply too great! Thunder shattered the night, even her full head of blue silk was lifted by the splashing arcs of electricity, floating upwards.
"What happened?" she asked.
The pitch-black night exploded with a roar, thunder as thick as water buckets twisted the void, piercing the sky, densely interwoven, one after another.
The deafening sound was like a tsunami, or like a thousand troops galloping, making the cliff seem like it was about to collapse, the frozen sea crackling as if it was about to explode, ripping the night sky apart, turning it into a sea of thunder.
"Let's go!" Qin Ming transmitted, feeling things were going terribly wrong.
His voice was tense, indistinctly adding, "This place is extremely dangerous, the 'drop of blood' has failed to claim ownership... the situation is now extremely severe."
He swore, it was never his intention to conduct such a "ritual."
