That day, throughout the thousands of miles surrounding Linjiang City, whether in the secular world or the Mystic School, at human rank or earth rank-
Almost everyone felt their vision darken at the same instant.
Those who happened to be outdoors stared, dumbstruck, as a colossal palm that blotted out the sky and sun descended through the clouds, as though an incomparably majestic, sky-bearing giant in the starry heavens had struck down at the earth from on high.
No one could say just how enormous that palm was. Miles, tens of miles, hundreds of miles-none could describe it accurately anymore, because before that colossal palm, every familiar point of reference had lost its meaning. All anyone felt was that, amid the darkness swallowing heaven and earth, the entire sky shattered.
With a thunderous crash, the earth began to shake violently, and even the sun and moon lost their light.
For a moment, it was as though the end of the world had arrived.
Although Wu Tao stood along the path from which that colossal palm struck, rather than directly facing its impact, once Snow Peak surged up, he could only freeze where he stood and watch the towering wall of waves advance.
Before this apocalyptic sight of heaven and earth being destroyed, his mind went utterly blank. He had lost even the ability to think.
Time seemed to pass in an instant, yet also as though millions of years had elapsed...
When Wu Tao finally recovered his senses and realized he should flee—that even if the colossal palm missed him, the enormous wave of Snow Peak alone could crush him—he discovered, aghast, that it was already too late.
"I'm doomed!"
Beads of sweat the size of beans seeped from Wu Tao's forehead as he wailed in anguish.
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