An immense force gathered and swirled in the night sky.
This force was several times stronger than the tornado-like waterspout. The earth beneath it kept splitting into spiderwebs of cracks, and every tree and plant within a radius of two and a half kilometers bent and snapped.
The wind drowned out every other sound, leaving even the crawling insects and roaming beasts inaudible. Feng Gu was swept away like a kite by the wind skimming across the ground, vanishing into the distance.
A crushing pressure gathered between heaven and earth.
This pressure was several times greater than Mount Tai bearing down from above. The sky overhead began to turn gray, and the lingering mist gathered into dark clouds that grew larger and blacker. Within a mere half minute, an ink-black cloud appeared, its thickness impossible to measure.
The surroundings abruptly darkened. This darkness was far deeper than the night had been before, without even a glimmer of starlight. Though it was not quite so dark that one could not see a hand before one's face, it was close. Beyond five meters, the cracks in the ground were no longer visible.
Who knew where Feng Gu had been blown? Even if he wanted to watch, he could not have seen clearly. Missing a duel between men who could be called gods was truly one of life's regrets. Fortunately, he was spared that anguish for now-he had passed out beside a small lake. Fish startled by the commotion swished their tails, sending splashes onto his face, but they failed to wake him. He would be asleep for a little while.
Whoosh! A ball of blue light suddenly shot out of the grass and enveloped him. A second later, only a human-shaped depression remained beside the lake.
The world seemed to have plunged