The vast Divine Magnetic Storm linked heaven and earth, crackling endlessly. Heavenly Light poured down as Thunder Fire cascaded like a waterfall, and dense streams of magnetic light surged and rolled, tearing the nearby mountain ridges to shreds.
The heavy clouds that filled the sky also completely collapsed, and in an instant were swept into the vortex of the storm.
Deep within the Divine Magnetic Storm, a pitch-black whirlpool lay across the void, like the raging waves of the Northern Netherworld surging up against the sky's curtain, a giant sea eye turning, intent on devouring mountains and all living things.
As Qin Ming fell, his whole body went numb; this was already thanks to his mastery of the Taichu Thunder Seal—otherwise his body might have gone stiff long ago.
That wasn't the most terrifying part. What made his heart tremble was that tearing Power, as if even his Pure Yang Consciousness was about to be ground to pieces.
