Zhu Yangyuan spread his arms wide, and with a sudden downward press of his palms, he controlled a terrifying energy.
A dreadful oppressive force immediately emanated from his body, causing everyone within range to feel a suffocating gloom in their hearts.
Just then, under the high-hanging sun in a clear sky, a layer of pitch-black clouds suddenly appeared, obscuring the sun and blocking all light from this region.
In an instant, the sky darkened and the landscape was shrouded in night.
"The moon rises high over the sea!"
A distant and ancient-sounding voice, filled with melodious tones, reached everyone's ears.
But in the distance, on the surface of the sea, a faint rosy light appeared, and shortly after, a bright moon emerged, its clear light spilling golden beams, casting the sea in a red glow.
The scene was breathtakingly beautiful, suffused with a dreamlike quality, yet it set everyone's hearts racing with sudden dread.
"My God, is this really still human?"
