"Ahhh..."
"Help..."
"Lord Wolf Marquis, save me..." For a moment, shrill screams rang out across the island. In merely an instant, the entire island turned to ashes, and the martial artists on it vanished along with it.
It was as if a demon god from primordial times had opened its gaping maw and swallowed this entire stretch of space. Black storms continued tearing the surrounding space apart as seawater surged inward, condensing into an enormous waterspout that shook heaven and earth.
The martial artists who had fled the island in disarray were instantly dragged back by the terrifying suction force and swept into the waterspout. Their flesh collapsed, their bones shattered, and even their souls were reduced to ash!
"This..." The shock of this scene left not only Lin Bai dumbfounded—even Qian Hen, Yi Heze, and the others were staring in stunned silence.
Meng Qinxian, who had been shouting incessantly just moments ago, now saw the waterspout and revealed fear in his eyes. His expression was panicked as he swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva.
The enormous black waterspout lasted for a full quarter of an hour before slowly dissipating between heaven and earth. As Calamity Wind raged, all the martial artists from the Eastern Region were dumbfounded, while the Northern Region martial artists tactfully retreated far away. Even their eyes held awe toward that black storm.
Only after Calamity Wind had completely dispersed did martial artists emerge from the surrounding void. These survivors were clearly the Holy Sons of the various sects and Lineages. They possessed treasures bestowed by their Lineages and sects, allowing them to escape this disaster.
Although they had preserved their lives, they were still gravely wounded and in an utterly wretched state, having no combat strength left at all.
"Are they all dead?" Lin Bai immediately