Boom, boom, boom, boom...
Amid the pitch-black night, thick cloud layers within hundreds of kilometers were swept together by the gale, as if attracted by a giant magnet.
Clouds amassed, dense and gloomy. Occasionally, white lightning bolts fiercely tore through, their branches spreading like hundreds of thousands of lightning snakes.
The dark clouds kept accelerating clockwise, a ring-shaped hollow forming in the center. Within that hollow, a beam of red light descended fiercely, enveloping God's Tear Lake entirely and repelling all external objects.
On Heart of Lake Island, within the terrifyingly dense scarlet aura, a domineering silhouette slowly stood up. At this moment, Casio's robust, perfect body shone with sixty-six South Dou Red Vulture Fist acupoints bright as stars, dazzling and twinkling, bringing an atmosphere of supreme, unparalleled dominion.
That aura was innately commanding and disdainful of all under heaven.
