A crystal-clear sky dome.
With the intrusion of the Red-Eyed Golden Peng, it suddenly darkened.
Even the crowd on the ground felt an extremely oppressive atmosphere.
Woo, woo——
The faintly discernible sound of a bleak gale quietly rose.
But in a mere moment.
It has already echoed through the horizon.
The ground.
Zhang Jing's gaze closely followed the Red-Eyed Golden Peng in the sky, reflecting an apocalyptic scene in his deep eyes.
The inky and eerie gusts of wind blanketed the sky.
Filling nearly all the field of vision.
The whole sky seemed to turn into an immense sea formed by these black gusts, and amidst the tumult, it raised gigantic waves that relentlessly struck towards that patch of dim golden radiance.
Even the massive Red-Eyed Golden Peng.
In the face of this gale-blanketed sea, it turned into a tiny, inconspicuous speck of dust.
...
Suddenly, the sound of gasps filled the atmosphere.
Zhang Jing unthinkingly looked around.
As far as his eyes could see.
