The vast ancient aura spread out like a tide, accompanied by a storm expanding with the space, suddenly becoming boiling.
The feeling was like a drop of cold water dropping into a hot oil pan, causing this space to tremble along with it.
The turbulent power stirred the storm, making the surrounding crowd repeatedly retreat backward.
The surging aura struck the body, and even Zheng Yi, who was hidden in the dark, felt a powerful force bombard him, shaking his body directly.
The huge ruined palace kept enlarging in Zheng Yi's sight, eventually turning into a ruin embedded in the space rift, presented before his eyes.
The continuous scale almost filled his entire field of vision, seemingly about to burst at the seams.
On the ancient and ruined palace surface, the aura left by the passage of time permeated, and from the unique ancient patterns and decorations, one could see that this was from an exceptionally ancient barbaric era.
