The vault of heaven looked as though it had shattered.
The surrounding light was like the reflections from broken glass, multiplied into crisscrossing black shadows.
Wild winds howled.
Lightning flashed and thunder rolled.
It was like the arrival of the apocalypse.
Soldiers holding powerful crossbows and shooting frantically were hurled ten thousand meters into the air by the gale, then slammed heavily onto the ground like tiny water droplets, turning into pools of bloody pulp.
Some soldiers wanted to turn and run.
Yet the earth split open.
Within a few steps, they were swallowed by the earth fissures, which then closed back up, leaving no corpses behind.
Everyone was running.
Everyone was screaming.
Before natural disasters, they were as fragile as ants.
Both laughable and pitiful.
The four men of Meng Sheng had also lost their previous high spirits, struggling to resist the storm as they tried to retreat back into the city and enter the buildings for shelter.
Yet before the surging, majestic might.
They were like lonely skiffs in a vast ocean, about to capsize at any moment and perish utterly.
"Hold fast!"
"Hold your ground, all of you!"
Long Fei shouted at the top of his lungs.
Yet compared to this might of heaven and earth, he was so minuscule and weak; the raging roar of the wind was enough to swallow all his efforts.
"What is going on..."
"What on earth is happening? Why did a natural disaster suddenly appear!"
Tie Niu shouted in a panic.
His sturdy, tower-like body swayed left and right in the wind, barely able to stand. You had to know, he was a body-tempering Martial Artist!
Yet now he was almost blown away by the wind.
He panicked.
Fear made him forget Meng Sheng beside him, wanting only to flee the