Dark clouds gathered.
Countless stormy clouds surged from all directions, covering the sky above the ruins as if it were about to collapse, with lightning occasionally flashing within the clouds.
Feng Xiu could no longer see what was happening inside the barrier, but he expanded his divine sense to the extremities, releasing the full pressure of the Demon Emperor across a hundred miles. The demons that had been eyeing the scene hesitated, only able to circle in place, anxiously digging at the ground.
Feng Xiu directed his attention to that dark shadow, furrowing his brow. What was it, a phantom or a nightmare?
He split a thread of divine sense and transformed it, blocking the shadow upfront. His demonic power surged without regard for what it was, enveloping it and compressing space.
The shadow vanished.
Feng Xiu frowned, finding nothing.
