The black clouds pressed heavily, accumulating like a thick layer of ink.
The more the clouds churned, the more frequently thunder and lightning appeared. The moisture in the clouds tirelessly expanded, and the gray-black shadows extended and enveloped the sky and land.
The atmosphere had become extremely heavy, and even the air seemed to be oppressed.
Jiang Dali could vaguely sense a crisis causing his spirit to feel anxious, hidden behind layers of space, as if an immense and terrifying will was on the brink of awakening, locking onto him.
Heavenly Will!
Or rather, the Fallen Heaven's Will that had already born resentment against him.
Though his previous attack had shattered Heaven's Punishment, it also caused the Fallen Heaven's Will to give rise to resentment, showing signs of awakening.
