Within the Purple Thundercloud Vortex, an immensely oppressive force dispersed outward, tangled purple lightning perpetually crackling, echoing throughout the entire mountain range.
Under such pressure, even Thunder Mountain seemed as if it could barely withstand.
Lin Mo's face finally took on a serious expression as the oppressive force inside the purple thundercloud continued to intensify.
Then, amidst the rumbling sounds, a massive hand slowly emerged from the Purple Thundercloud Vortex; that hand was solid and weighty, old and ancient, with each wrinkle clearly visible, rough like a farmer's hand laboring for years, covered in fine cracks etched like runes on the palm.
The hand had emerged one-third from the thundercloud vortex, and the oppressive force felt as if the sky was about to collapse.
"This Netherworld Pattern Technique is likely a high-level Netherworld Rune Technique." Lin Mo was already locked in by that oppressive force, and now there was no chance to avoid it.
