The sky gorge roared with untamed fury, its jagged cliffs battered by a storm that churned the heavens into a vortex of emerald and ash, each gust a blade that splintered stone and screamed with primal wrath. Lightning tore the air, its forked arcs clawing at the peaks, illuminating clouds that boiled like a shattered sea. The ground quaked, strewn with broken shale, trembling under winds that ripped at the roots of the earth. Beyond a chasm where the storm's core pulsed with chaotic fire, a rift erupted—an emerald maelstrom that radiated a force so wild it could fracture the cosmos itself. The Chaos Surge, the seventy-fifth force, had unleashed its rage, its boundless turbulence of infinite power a thundering vow to shatter Lin Feng's spirit to fragments.