Silence. Deathly stillness.
It was as though a sun had risen from the arena, its blazing light swallowing the arena in the blink of an eye.
Wu Dao's enormous insect silhouette was swallowed along with it.
Rumbles, roars, and the sounds of the air being torn apart kept coming from within.
But beneath the shroud of light, no one knew what was happening inside.
Boom, boom, boom-
Instead, the area outside the arena was splitting apart inch by inch under the influence of this power.
The ground cracked, and earth-vein energy surged wildly, forming powerful currents that threatened to destroy everything on the surface.
High overhead, wind and clouds stirred together.
Lightning swept down amid sheets of torrential rain. Mountain peaks were struck, ancient trees exploded, and boulders split open. Almost no one could withstand its might.
Many disciples paled.
As they retreated, they had no choice but to raise spirit power barriers to defend themselves.
Seeing this, Hua Wujiang and the elders in the stands made no move.
Although the power affected a wide area, it remained within controllable limits and was not yet enough to cause casualties.
What they had to guard against was the danger that might arise if Lin Ke failed to control the power and it ran wild.
Meanwhile.
After a series of rumbles, the light over the arena did not expand outward. Instead, it began collapsing inward in an even stranger fashion.
Sizzle-
That thousand-foot pillar of light had gathered wind, thunder, earth, and fire power, giving it tremendous destructive force.
If it erupted, it would certainly cause incalculable damage.
But it did not.
At that moment, the pillar gradually contracted, finally forming a miniature black hole as black as ink, with the space around it twisted into rings.
The suction within was intense.