The turquoise waves surged, and the surrounding currents churned.
Hu Qi was thousands of meters deep at the bottom of Tai Ze Lake.
In that instant, his gaze pierced through the obstructing water, looking toward the source of the commotion.
He saw dense thunderclouds gathering above Tai Ze Lake like a rushing tide, with blinding flashes of lightning darting through them.
After the lightning appeared.
Ashen-gray snowflakes began to fall from the sky. The moment these snowflakes touched the ground, trees, flowers, or even human bodies, they would cover everything in a layer of frost, freezing it solid.
At the same time, a dark gray gale howled, sweeping in from an unknown direction. Any living thing touched by this wind instantly lost all its Vitality.
Before all this had ended, crimson flames spread up from the ground, igniting everything they touched. Not even water was spared.
In addition, a strange, shrill sound, like the crying of an infant, began to ring out.
