Huh?

Before long, dozens of strangely shaped objects shot out at high speed, accompanied by Screech like tearing fabric, and flew into the sky.

Their initial velocity wasn't exaggerated, but it accelerated wildly every second, the air around the cone was compressed sharply, even ionized, leaving a visible, twisted trail as it pierced the low-hanging cloud.

The clouds here are unusually thick and low-hanging, appearing and drifting at an altitude of about a thousand meters.

Upon entering, the object quickly dispersed, isolating itself over hundreds of meters, then slowly rotated, emitting powerful Mana fluctuations, releasing and attracting endless Wind Elements.

A dense array of eternal Constant Spells were unleashed, and a deep hum, like the heartbeat of a giant beast, emanated from the clouds.

Su Luo's Mana surged within her, and she carefully manipulated it.

Visibly, the clouds began to slowly rotate around these objects, as if stirred by an invisible hand. The wind was no longer a natural airflow, but was forcibly given Order and purpose.

A low, guttural whistling sound emerged from the clouds and quickly evolved into a soul-chilling wail.

The clouds within a radius of several kilometers were completely stirred up, and a huge, rotating vortex appeared in the sky. The air was frantically sucked in, compressed, and rotated, forming some grayish-white cyclone barriers.

The dust and gravel beneath our feet began to swirl uncontrollably upwards, and the sky quickly darkened.

Song Shige and the others looked up, and the sky was instantly swallowed up by surging walls of clouds and cyclones, disappearing without a trace.

Flames slowly flew out of the Laboratory, gradually growing larger as they went, transforming into lifelike fire dragons that plunged into the storm.

Suddenly, an ominous dark red light began to emanate from the originally gray-white cyclone. Under the high pressure, streaks of pale lightning flashed in the clouds, each flash reflecting the scene inside the storm that resembled the entrance to hell.

An artificial weather disaster, several kilometers in diameter, reaching the clouds above and drawing in dust and sand below, containing storms that could tear everything apart and smoldering flames that could burn everything, began to slowly form under Su Luo's precise and calm operation.

A storm is coming!

100 kilometers away.

In the wasteland, hundreds of miles from the eye of the storm, the air appeared unnaturally distorted.

The air was thick with the strange smell of sulfur and rust. In the center of the area, a hole about three meters in diameter abruptly tore apart the surrounding harmony, as if it had appeared out of thin air.

A figure stepped out of the cave entrance, crimson energy flowing freely.

He was tall and slender, wearing a white jacket of an unusual material, and stood with his hands behind his back.

Behind it, the scene of the cave entrance could be vaguely seen: it seemed as if the blood vapor Burn fiercely emanating from it, and deeper inside, layers upon layers of huge white bones and ferocious animal hides could be vaguely seen.

The man tilted his head slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the Void for miles, Jingjing staring at the storm that was beginning to rage in the distance, a subtle ripple appearing in his pupils.

"The weather changes, heaven and earth move according to one's will... the Xiantian?"

He muttered to himself, but his voice boomed, his chest vibrating through the air.

"What should I do? I'm still quite far from being at the Attribute Xiantian..."

He pondered for a moment, then the crimson energy swirling around him suddenly receded. He lightly tapped his toes on the spot, making no sound, only turning the ground into dust, but his entire body transformed into a blurry phantom, instantly appearing hundreds of meters away in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening explosion that tore through the sky resounded.

A white shockwave stretched straight behind him, a channel formed by the forced displacement of air at extreme speed. With his pure physical body and a strange footwork, he tore through the atmosphere like a humanoid Meteorite.

Heading towards the storm.

"Binding the heretics will be useful immediately."

The man in the pale gold robe spoke softly. The robe was engraved with special sacred patterns that shimmered faintly in the light. His gaze fell on the black-robed figure lying on the ground in the distance, looking as if he were dead.

Which side to choose?

A melodious female voice drifted from outside the church.

"I choose to listen to God's will, Anna, you are not devout enough." The man knelt down and closed his eyes.

The blonde woman frowned slightly, but did not refute, silently returning to her own pristine white building, where she also knelt down and began to pray.

The man knelt and prayed for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of understanding crossing them.

"God has shown us the way forward."

He stood up, his long robes billowing even without wind.

"Amidst fire and storm, Devil is being born."

"Hello, sir, it's a pleasure to meet you. You may call me: the Trickster."

The newcomer wore a top hat and a well-tailored black robe resembling a tailor's coat. His long hair was draped over his shoulders, and his face made it difficult to determine his age.

Xi Ji and his group encountered it after traveling only a few kilometers, brought it back, and then continued their exploration.

He was tipping his hat to Song Shige, his movements as graceful as a stage actor.

"Hello." Song Shige stepped forward and extended his hand to him.

"Ah, sir, I'm not quite used to such intimate contact." The Trickster smiled slightly and avoided the contact.

Song Shige tilted his head slightly and withdrew his hand.

The other party wasn't buying it at all, and their lip movements were really strange.

At this moment, the Personal Channel received a message:

[Su Luo: I've never heard this person speak before. The pronunciation is unusual; it didn't develop naturally from their pre -Crossing physiological structure.]

[Su Luo: He is absorbing and exhaling Mana, but he is not from our world; I suspect he is Forbidden Existence.]

Su Luo stopped sending messages, her senses remaining firmly Lock-On onto the person who had arrived.

Su Luo had already done some research on the relationship between languages and physiological structures in different worlds in the Original World and the trial world.

Languages among species of the same origin have basic characteristics that are very easy to distinguish. Many people feel uncomfortable when they hear strange and unusual sounds with a structured rhythm.

Although the system will automatically translate the meaning, it doesn't mean Su Luo can't understand it.

"Is there something you need?" Song Shige stared at the person in front of him.

"That person in the distance seems to be watching me. I'm sure you're all interested in me, aren't you? I'm interested in you too."

His gaze swept with interest over the various Sanctuary around him, lingering for a moment particularly on Song Shige's scarlet Sanctuary and Su Luo's Laboratory.

"Let's get straight to the point, which district are you from?" Song Shige asked.

"Hey, you guys from district 94389, what about you?"

"District 4356, your battlefield ID?"

"We seem to be from different worlds. I've never seen a person with yellow skin before. You're probably not Talent with it." The man didn't answer, turning his gaze away from the Sanctuary and carefully examining Song Shige's face, as if observing something rare.

Song Shige: "We're not from the same world, so why are our external physiological structures so similar?"

"I don't know, but we can get to know each other. Before it all started, I was an Ordinary Citizen of the Federation. After entering [Mist Survival], I had strong Talents and gradually made my way here."

"You're not Survivors in [Mist Survival], right?"