Luo Changyao's expression was tense, his fingers trembling uncontrollably. The elder behind him, whose pupils had long since contracted to pinpoints, was shaking from head to toe. The rapidly falling snow, pushed back by the force of his aura, could not even get close to his body.
BOOM!
Chen Yang stomped his foot again.
Before everyone's eyes, cracks as thick as an arm spiderwebbed crazily across the floor in all directions.
Everyone: "..."
Who in the world is this divine being?!
Luo Changyao looked down in horror at the splintering floorboards beneath him. The hair on his body stood on end, and his throat went dry and tight, leaving him so panicked he didn't know what to do.
Just then, Luo Yunhai, who was walking over from the backyard, happened to witness this very scene. His right hand, hanging naturally at his side, trembled involuntarily. His face turned exceptionally grim. He had worried all night, and what was fated to come had finally arrived.
