Just Them

"What is it?"

Ling Xiao followed his gaze, but saw only a tranquil night sky.

"Something's wrong. Run!"

Gu Sheng grabbed Ling Xiao's arm, squeezing so hard that Ling Xiao cried out in pain.

Almost the instant the two turned and fled, the skies above Wushan City changed dramatically.

The once-clear night sky abruptly filled with five-colored divine clouds, dazzling to the point of seeming sinister.

The clouds spun into a massive vortex as violent Spiritual Power gathered within.

"What is that?!"

Ling Xiao looked back, so horrified he nearly forgot to run.

Gu Sheng did not answer. He merely dragged him forward desperately.

A deafening roar came from behind them, as if heaven and earth themselves were trembling. Wushan City's defensive formation was like thin paper before the Spiritual Power storm, shattering in an instant.

"No—" Ling Xiao's cry was swallowed by the tremendous blast.

A pale, withered hand reached out from the vortex, its five fingers spread wide enough to blot out the sky.

The lines on its palm were clearly visible, each one seeming to have been traced in blood.

It slowly pressed downward. Wherever it passed, space warped and emitted an ear-piercing tearing sound.

Gu Sheng abruptly stopped and turned to face the giant hand.

That horrifying sight was reflected in his eyes, yet his expression was strangely calm.

"Can't you see it?"

he suddenly asked.

Ling Xiao shook his head in confusion.

"I can only see five-colored divine light. Gu Sheng, what exactly did you see?"

Gu Sheng did not answer. In his vision, that giant hand had already pressed down upon Wushan City.

The city walls crumbled like tofu, and rows of buildings collapsed. Countless figures fled in despair, but there was nowhere to hide.

Blood gushed forth like springs, dyeing the entire city