Lin Yu said it was merely a casual gesture, and it truly was.
He did not even pause for an instant. The moment his words fell, he swept his sleeve, vanishing into silver light along with the Clone he had just possessed.
The next moment, North Village City, some forty miles away.
The previously clear sky suddenly changed. Rolling black clouds gathered from all directions, pressing over the entire city like a pitch-black canopy and radiating a terrifying aura.
"Rumble!"
Deafening thunder continuously echoed through the sky.
Blue-white thunderbolts weaved through the clouds like dragons.
The terrifying scene, as though the end of the world had arrived, instantly alarmed all of North Village City.
Countless citizens threw open windows or pushed open their doors, staring up in terror at the black sky that covered the heavens and blotted out the sun, heavy as lead and seemingly ready to collapse at any moment.
Even the air throughout North Village City seemed to become incomparably oppressive, as if an invisible mountain had descended and weighed down the more than one hundred thousand mortals in the city until they could barely breathe.
At the heart of the northern part of the city stood a grand manor occupying an enormous area.
A middle-aged man in luxurious robes sat in the Study Room, leisurely sipping tea and enjoying the dancers' performance. Suddenly, his body stiffened as an indescribable palpitation rose in his heart for no reason.
It was as if an icy giant hand had reached into his chest and viciously clenched his heart!
"Crash!"
His entire body jolted, and the expensive porcelain cup in his hand fell to the floor and shattered.
Scalding tea splashed all over him. The singing girls dancing in the room also went pale and hurriedly knelt to beg forgiveness.