Rumble!
Lightning flashed across the sky, painting heaven and earth in blue-white.
Lin Xin vaguely noticed shadowy figures appearing around him as well. They seemed to be Two-Faced People Rogue Cultivators planning to fish in troubled waters.
He paid them no heed and simply waited quietly.
Looking up toward the clouds, he saw dozens of tiny specks still battling at the edge of the dark cloudbank. Pu Dusheng's people and the Fish Lip Dao's people were both rushing in support, forming two long lines in the sky, tiny as flocks of birds.
Massive bolts of lightning flashed from time to time. Against the immense cloud mass, the crowds appeared especially insignificant.
"Nature is boundless, while human strength has its limits... Perhaps the most awe-inspiring thing in this world is this ever-changing, endlessly mysterious heaven and earth..." Lin Xin watched the cultivators, small as ants, fighting in the sky. They were too far away for him to see clearly or hear any sound.
It felt as though he were watching a silent film.
Wind poured backward past his ears, howling. Thunder rumbled, drowning out everything. Yet the Fish Lip Dao priests were each cursing, terror on their faces as they shot into the sky.
Most of those unable to fly could only strive to maintain the integrity of the poisonous smoke formation, guarding against the 'pack of wolves' waiting outside. Some priests also turned their gazes toward Lin Xin.
They shouted something in panic. He could not understand a word of it, nor did he wish to listen.
"Fellow Daoist, are you here to watch the excitement too?" A young man dressed like a wealthy nobleman slowly emerged from the forest beside him. He held a black book in his hand, spiritual light faintly flickering across its surface. It was clearly