After Heavenly Tai Bai crushed the scroll, a massive eye of the storm quickly formed within thirty meters of Wu Shaozhen, engulfing every target in its range. Damage numbers of 30,000 rose above their heads.
In an instant, every member of Heavenly Myth within range turned into white light and died.
Wu Shaozhen frowned at the 30,000 damage per second. He tried to leave, only to discover that the storm's pull was so powerful he couldn't escape. Everyone around him was dead, leaving him no one to drain health from.
"Ruthless. You even kill your own people." Wu Shaozhen sneered and activated Wraith Form.
The spectators watching from a distance were stunned by the sight.
"Another insanely powerful scroll. Heavenly Myth sure has plenty of trump cards."
"Of course. They're Heavenly Myth, after all. But killing their own people just to kill Dustseal once? That's ruthless."
"What else could they do? Dustseal would've killed them anyway. God Lord really knows how to make a hard call."
Everyone stared at the center of the storm. Many thought Dustseal had to be finished this time. No matter how powerful he was, surely he couldn't withstand 30,000 damage per second.
Others, including Young Master Huang and Dreamlight Dance, were worried about Dustseal. They watched the storm with tense expressions.
Ten seconds soon passed, and the storm gradually dispersed. Everyone immediately looked toward its center.
Everyone within the storm's range was dead, their dropped equipment littering the ground. Yet at its center, a figure wreathed in lightning still stood completely unharmed, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Everyone sucked in a sharp breath.
"This... how is that possible?!" They stared at the figure in disbelief. They had seen how terrifying that scroll was: 30,000 damage per second for ten seconds, totaling 300,000 HP.