Hu Qi's expression shifted slightly as he looked up.
The sky was suddenly shrouded by a massive black curtain, the brightness of day swallowed in an instant.
The tranquil atmosphere abruptly changed, and the world plunged into an oppressive gloom.
In an instant,
the clouds in the sky were stretched thin and torn to shreds.
A fierce wind arose, howling as it tore between heaven and earth.
The clouds seemed to be playthings for an invisible giant hand. They were stretched into long, thin wisps that extended toward some unknown direction, dancing helplessly in the wind like pale silk ribbons.
Then, as if violently torn apart by that same formless power, the shattered cloud fragments scattered in every direction—some drifting like cotton fluff, others ethereal as wisps of smoke.
The next moment, a vast, indifferent, and terrifying will descended with a thunderous presence.
