Fang Qingyu's calm voice.
Like a decree descending from the nine heavens, it was accompanied by the majesty of ten thousand thunders, clearly rolling over the entire basin.
The moment the words ended.
Boom——!!!
Above the basin, the chaotic purple Thunderstorm Cloud Sea, already turbulent from the disappearance of the Source Material, seemed to be under the absolute command of a supreme will!
Heavy lead-gray clouds were pressed down hard by an invisible giant hand.
Instantly descending to a suffocating height.
Almost touching the jagged, charred rock peaks below!
Darkness so thick it could not be dispersed shrouded the land.
Only in the depths of the clouds, countless lightning bolts as thick as dragons and glaringly white ran wild, gathering and brewing!
A terrifying apocalyptic pressure crashed down like a tangible tsunami.
Pressing all life on the basin's edge until they couldn't breathe.
"Run!!!"
