Crack crack—!
Suddenly, lightning intertwined above the night sky, the weather was gloomy, spring rain pitter-pattered.
But this sparse spring rain shouldn't be able to brew spring thunder, yet today there was a real spring thunder spanning between heaven and earth!
An oppressive heaviness, as if a mountain was cut in half, fell to the human world with a rumble.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
The fierce wind billowed, whistling and raging!
Time seemed to have completely frozen at this moment.
Han Sixi of the Purple-clothed Diao Temple, the purple robe of the Diao Temple fluttering on his body, the hem snapping loudly like crackling lightning.
The overwhelming killing intent poured down from tens of thousands of meters high, like waves, crazily detonating!
Han Sixi, as if fused with a shadow, completely restrained his breath, almost unnoticed by anyone.
