The soldiers in the fortified compound were bewildered. Crown Dragon City had been shrouded in thick black mist as usual at nightfall. How had the mist vanished just two or three hours later—and why was the entire city sinking into the ground?
More importantly, where had the man flying in the sky and the Gray Stone Giant, dozens of meters tall, come from?
How had Crown Dragon City suddenly become a battlefield of Gods and Devils?
While the soldiers stood dazed, Song Duanping and the others looked grim.
True Person Wuchen raised his head toward the Gray Stone Giant. Its mountainlike presence weighed on his heart and made breathing difficult. "So this is the source of the black mist?"
Emperor Zhao Yun of Great Qi covered his ringing ears. "The immortal master... the immortal master can win, can't he?"
Dong You instinctively reached for his waist and touched the two grenades there. His fingers paused, and helplessness crossed his face. What a joke. What use were ordinary grenades against a monster the size of a hill? They probably couldn't even blast through its skin!
Though Ding Xueyi felt the pressure too, she said with remarkable calm, "Fall back! Get farther away, or the shockwaves from the fight will catch us!"
"Quite right! We're flesh and blood; we mustn't get close!" Song Duanping hurried away, and the others ran after him, putting Crown Dragon City well behind them.
Meanwhile, high above, God Huang Tian looked down at the Gray Stone Giant, which had raised its hammers in challenge, and smiled faintly. "What a fine beast!"
His voice rolled like thunder and shook the heavens!
With that, he reached out and grasped at empty space. At once, the surrounding air reversed like a raging tide and poured madly toward his palm.
Wind