Overhead Without-Sun City, dark clouds bore down, angering the lightning and shocking the world.
The roaring thunder had long since shattered the fabric of space, creating a terrifying black hole large enough to devour half of Without-Sun City, continuously distorting the light.
Despair drilled into the mind, leading to a chilling sensation down the spine.
Limbs stiff as rusted mechanisms, even the act of lifting an arm seemed exceedingly difficult.
"Rumble rumble——"
The violent sound of thunder approached from far to near, like a sword piercing the soul, trying to flip the spiritual world upside down.
Golden bolts of lightning painted the devil soil, which had lain dormant for countless millennia, with an irreplaceable shade of gold.
"What... has happened?"
Ye Long shivered, his whole body convulsing.
