"What do you mean?" Jiang Nan asked, frowning as he fixed Dan Qiulin with a stern gaze.
He had returned with a tremendous surge in cultivation, having reached the peak of the Heavenly Emperor Realm. Revenge was finally within his grasp. No matter who tried to stop him, he would never give up. The hatred over his country and family had tortured his soul for three thousand Yuan. How could he possibly let it go?
Yet hearing Dan Qiulin's words, it seemed there was something even more important than his revenge?
Dan Qiulin shook his head gently and focused once more on the little blade of grass by his feet. Before their eyes, it withered completely in the space of a few breaths, lost its vitality, and crumbled into flying ash.
That single blade of grass seemed like a fuse. Once it withered and turned to ash, it set off a chain reaction. The surrounding grass suffered the same fate, rapidly withering and dissolving into ash.
After the grass, other plants began to suffer the same fate.
Grass, shrubs, trees, towering ancient trees—the entire world was withering. A terrifying desolation spread across it all!
Bai Yang swept his Psychic Power across the area, covering hundreds of millions of kilometers. To his horror, he discovered that every plant in the world was withering—crops, trees, grass, not one was spared. They lost their vitality and vanished into flying ash. Many places that had already been barren turned into deserts in no time, not a blade of grass growing, not a trace of life remaining!
"This...!" Bai Yang was so horrified he couldn't speak. He shuddered instinctively as a terrible premonition rose in his heart.
Nearby, Dan Qiulin looked up at the sky, at the twisted place visible from every corner of the