The raging tornado of azure flames screamed around it, talismans exploding one after another like thunderclaps, shockwaves tearing the forest apart under the night sky.
Trees disintegrated.
Rocks melted as spiritual qi turned chaotic.
Yet inside that storm, Goldie stood perfectly still, like a monk undisturbed by worldly affairs.
Its black cloak fluttered wildly, but the faint golden layer around its body remained steady....like an unmoving mountain beneath crashing waves.
Yao Xin's pupils shrank as she sensed that Goldie was up to something again.
But she had already gone too far; there was no turning back now.
"…What the hell are you…" one of her clones muttered under her breath.
No answer came.
Goldie simply kept its palms pressed together.
Then—
Hummmmmm—
A strange vibration spread through the air, soft and low, like an ancient bell being struck deep underground.
The sound didn't travel through the ears.
It traveled through the bones.
