Lin Feng stood on Jieyu’s back, looking indescribably charming and at ease as the wind blew against him.
However, Tuntun and Yue Hongyan, who were standing behind him, looked at him with fear in their eyes.
Lin Feng placed his left hand behind him; his right hand was supporting a purple ball of roughly one foot in diameter. The purple ball hovered above his right palm in mid-air and bobbed up and down to the changes in the air current.
That was the Celestial Small World created by Lin Feng’s magic powers. In that independent world, violent squall and lightning were constantly wreaking havoc and destruction as though it were doomsday.
Suddenly, something seemed to want to break out of the Celestial Small Worlds. A powerful force was striking the inner surface of the purple ball.
