The immense shadow, like an ancient Kunpeng, suddenly tore through the heavy clouds, approaching from afar.
In an instant, the earth was swallowed by endless darkness.
Every beat of its gigantic wings produced a deafening blast, causing the sky to burst into clusters of white mist.
A terrifying storm swept across the land, the shrill whistle of the wind resembling the cries of thousands of spirits, as the entire village seemed to be ravaged by a typhoon, teetering on the brink of collapse.
Su Lin stood at the village gate, his hands tightly pressed against his face, bracing against the fierce wind, his mind blank.
An unprecedented shock and bone-deep fear gripped his heart, nearly suffocating him.
"Could this be... the Lord?!"
The most terrifying thought flashed through his mind.
But he immediately denied it:
"No... not right!"
