Bologue's roar was like the blare of a war horn, unleashing the intensely suppressed atmosphere at this moment, with countless roars echoing his voice.
The Ether rose, and power surged wildly.
Even under the shroud of the Decline Plague, when countless Condensers simultaneously called upon their powers, releasing the Secret Energy that twisted reality, the Ether concentration in this area quickly soared.
Just as mortal flesh sublimates under the power of Ether, the foundational Material Realm, too, twisted and shifted toward higher dimensions with the accumulation of Ether.
The dark clouds turned phantom-like, wisps intertwining, a storm was imminent, thunder rumbled, and the wind stirred up an eerie melody, producing a chilling sound, foretelling the arrival of a dreadful disaster.
Canyin's light emitted from Geoffrey's eyes; the gaze of Tiger Eye marked the first shot of the chaotic battle.
