At over two hundred meters in the air, the fierce winds howled, and the torrential rain poured down.
Countless shards of shattered glass gathered here, forming a death tornado spiraling rapidly around the skyscraper.
The sharp fragments tumbled and collided within, creating a teeth-grinding grinding sound.
Every time they brushed past the curtain wall, large panes of tempered glass shattered with a sound, scattering countless debris.
But before they fell, they were drawn by an invisible force, merging into the storm, making the destructive vortex grow even larger.
A figure wearing a white Evil Ghost Mask was constantly shuttling and leaping in this death zone.
With both hands gripping the exterior horizontal beams of the wall as an axis, his shoulder and back muscles bulged with force.
The whole person sprang upwards, drawing an arc in the air, attempting to leap to another support point several meters away.
However.
