The lamps in the city flickered. The wind died. The waves remained frozen in place, great walls of dark blue water hanging along the harbor as if someone had carved them out of stone. Hundreds of ships stood motionless in the bay. People who had been running through the streets simply stopped where they were, staring at the black crack spreading across the sky.
Then the eye beneath the City Lord's mansion blinked.
A pressure descended.
The city groaned.
Tiles shattered. Windows burst. Cultivators in the streets staggered and dropped to their knees. Several Foundation Establishment cultivators fainted immediately. Even the Golden Core elders who had come running from different parts of the city looked terrified, their faces white as paper.
Mo Yuxin did not move.
Neither did Su Yubing.
They simply stood together in the underground chamber, fingers intertwined, while the pressure rolled past them like a strong wind.
The city lord's smile was gone.
