"Boom——!"
The firmament shattered completely into ink, with the rolling thunderclouds churning out lightning as thick as blood, not the usual purple of a thunder tribulation, but a dark red so deep it borders on black, each arc of lightning resembling a blood stain tearing the sky.
The entire Ice Valley lay shrouded in an apocalypse-like shadow, with a terrifying pressure falling like a giant stone of ten thousand tons, squeezing the chest of Spiritualists below Tier Seven with an invisible hand, halting breaths and leaving faces as pale as paper.
"Qin Tian...!" Shengongsi Yuzuo fixed his gaze on Qin Tian, his pupils reflecting the myriad blood-red lightning, his expression wildly fluctuating between light and shadow—from initial sinister darkness, to shock, and then to an uncontrollable rage.
