Wu Tian headed for Wudang Mountain, his footsteps treading the void. His anger transformed into a fierce snowstorm. Within Yang City, ice covered everything to a depth of three feet, and all pedestrians hurried home, daring not to venture out. The bizarre weather drew serious concern from the relevant departments.
With each step, he crossed an unknown number of miles and passed through countless cities. Wherever he went, snowstorms raged, and only after he left did they abate. Such strange climatic phenomena immediately became a hot topic on the news and social media.
At this moment, Wu Tian walked through the sky, the space around him filled with infinite pressure. His entire being radiated a deadly, dangerous aura. As he crossed roads, cars parked on the roadside would malfunction. As he crossed the wilderness, the birds and beasts would bow their heads in submission.
"Help... somebody help me..."
