"Whoosh"
Between heaven and earth, a wild wind howled.
Atop Yunding Mountain, in front of the Heavenly Patrol Hall, the twelve Mountain-cutting Banners fluttered violently in the wind.
Yet, many people who should be there were gone.
Pei Yanhu's fierce gaze looked skyward, only to see a single line of cloud, its very presence causing the void to shudder, and amidst the mist, the thunderous roar of ancient war chariots rumbled across the sky, drawing near from afar, bringing with it an overwhelming pressure that descended from the heavens, leaving one breathless.
The wind between heaven and earth grew ever stronger, causing Pei Yanhu's skin to ripple. The officials and Armored Soldiers standing behind him let out low cries, staggering as if drunk, and then a series of buzzing sounds arose; their internal qi was forced to burst forth in an attempt to withstand the terrifying pressure that left them in shock.
