Heaven and earth dimmed.
The sun was clearly shining brightly in the sky, and it emitted layers of air waves, making people feel uncomfortable. They were drenched in sweat and wanted nothing more than to find a place to hide.
At this moment.
However, it was pitch black above the Armory, as if it was the end of the world.
A storm as black as ink raged, forming tens of thousands of dark air tornadoes. Each air flow contained a power that could destroy the world.
As long as it landed.
All those whose cultivation base was lower than myth realm would be killed instantly. Even true gods at myth realm would be heavily injured if they did not die when they faced the terrifying dark air currents. &Nbsp;
With a flash of black divine light, he descended from the sky and appeared at the entrance of the Arsenal.
