Tao Yuanshan acted without another word.
He struck directly!
He merely took one step forward, and the earth beneath his feet suddenly let out a dull hum.
Centered on his toes.
A ring of visible gray ripples began surging forward along the ground.
Wherever the ripples passed, countless translucent limbs formed of air struggled madly, as though trying to crawl from an illusory world into reality.
The ripples spread quickly.
In the blink of an eye, they had entered the city and reached the sealed intersection.
The next moment.
The gray ripples crashed against a layer of invisible thin ice.
An extremely faint, crisp sound rang through the air.
"Crack!"
Then.
Everyone's vision was filled with the distorted scene at that street corner. Just as Feng Jizu had revealed with the supernatural mirror, the entire intersection looked as if it had been folded from a sheet of yellow paper.
Crinkled and wrinkled.
It carried the atmosphere of a Mourning Hall during a farewell to the deceased.
"Showing off in front of an expert." Tao Yuanshan sneered as the gray ripples shook violently.
The intersection began flickering between light and dark.
Though it was a bright, sunny morning, this area seemed to suddenly enter night, then return to day, then enter night again...
It repeated like this.
Madly alternating between day and night.
And amid these changes.
A deathly aura that seemed capable of stealing all life collided soundlessly with a twisted, unreal aura.
Nothing could be seen.
Nothing could be heard.
Yet an empty sensation that caused palpitations swept over them.
The stalemate lasted around ten seconds before the folded yellow-paper intersection suddenly vanished.
The street returned to its original state.
This change.
Made nearly everyone present outside the city, apart from members of the great families, pale drastically with