With a stroke, the heavens and earth changed hues—truly changed! At that moment, the sky turned shades of red, orange, yellow, and green, as if it were a painter's palette. With a casual flick of his brush, Yin Yuan transformed all these colors into a series of painting scrolls.
Some depicted Azure Dragons lifting to the sky, others captured Green Wolves howling at the moon. The style of the paintings was bizarre, as if each scroll unfurled to reveal a Strange Land. The rules were inscrutable.
However, standing immovable as a mountain with a bronze mirror hovering above his head, Feng Nan wielded a whip refined from iron chains, shattering any Strange Land with a single lash, regardless of its nature.
Upon Su He's sudden arrival, the two combatants halted and looked down at Su He. Yin Yuan's lips barely formed a smile as he spoke, "Young Friend Su He, what is the situation outside?"
