The instant Qin He drew the baleful aura into his body, two massive gates in separate directions atop the city wall burst open. A White-robed Scholar, heedless of his disheveled clothes, fixed his gaze intently on Sin City.
At that very moment, the sky above Sin City seemed to be stirred by some mysterious power. The sinister aura that had blanketed the city was rapidly drawn together, as though controlled by an invisible hand.
Like a disturbed swarm of bees, it churned madly. In merely one or two breaths, it formed a gigantic vortex.
The vortex resembled a black behemoth, its bloody maw thrown open as if it meant to swallow all of Sin City. Its sheer scale was staggering—not only did it cover the entirety of Sin City, it also enveloped the City Pass.
From afar, the vortex looked like a cloud of heavenly tribulation about to descend, carrying the dreadful feeling that doomsday had arrived.
Yet this heart-stopping sight lasted only two or three breaths. All of a sudden, that immense power seemed to have been drained away, and the vortex dispersed at a terrifying speed.
In the blink of an eye, it vanished without a trace as though it had never existed. Calm returned to the skies over Sin City, as if everything had been nothing more than a fleeting illusion.
The White-robed Scholar immediately furrowed his brow. The vortex had dissipated too quickly; he could not lock onto its source.
"My lord!"
Just then, two files of armored soldiers hurried to the White-robed Scholar's back from both sides of the city wall. The two armored guards at their head wore expressions of utter shock and bewilderment.
They had never seen the White-robed Scholar so out of sorts. He had actually kicked the doors open on his