At this moment, the whole Celestial Burial Valley had been engulfed by a murky gale. Every region it touched lost visibility and became hazy.
Mo Junchen, Duan Jiude, and the others who were standing around the entrance to the Celestial Burial Valley all were dumbstruck.
The gale was so strong that it resembled a mighty flood, uprooting trees and rocks, and crushing them into pieces. It seemed as if doomsday had arrived, creating a massive carnage to everything in its path.
"This is too terrifying! I don't think there is a soul who wouldn't be scared out of their wits by this," Duan Jiude spoke in a frightened, shaking voice.
"Faction Leader Xu..." Mo Junchen uttered only these three words. His expression was grave, and sadness was apparent in it.
If Xu Que hadn't rushed into the safe zone in time, then he surely wouldn't survive the furnace's terror.
