All eyes turned to Xu Yang, Shi Hu, and Jun Baimu, filled with envy and awe.
But the three paid no heed to any of this, their expressions grave as they stared outside.
Even Xu Yang felt his heart race with terror, a primal fear surging within him.
The chaotic, twisted expanse of heaven and earth beyond, swelling with power, seemed as though it would engulf and bury this vast mountain wilderness.
Just breathing alone—
It was unimaginable how terrifying it would be to find oneself within that maelstrom.
The sound of breathing grew louder and louder, like thunder crashing through the heavens.
Everyone gave their utmost attention, bodies taut, preparing for the impending disaster.
As if bracing themselves before a direst enemy!
The blood-flames on the Blood Ming Divine Sparrow's body seemed to come alive, writhing like scarlet liquid, faint flickers of flame lapping into existence.
In a certain instant—
The Blood Ming Divine Sparrow's breathing suddenly vanished.
