Glancing around, all that could be seen was the howling mountain wind. The towering mountains were actually surrounded by flames. The fierce fire roared, turning each peak into a pillar of fire reaching into the sky, with the sound of the mountains ringing in chorus...
In the sky, streaks of magic light and divine powers crisscrossed, exploding in all directions. Now and then, a torrential downpour, a sheet of flames, or even an iceberg would fall... Thunder roared, and fierce winds howled... Any of these scenes, if placed on Earth, would constitute a disaster of catastrophic proportions, enough to film a disaster or apocalyptic movie.
But here, according to Qin Shou's experience, no matter who was clashing, it certainly wasn't the leading parties, for their divine powers were definitely not limited to this.
Meanwhile, in the Netherworld.
Black and White Impermanence huddled together, whispering something to each other.
