Five million miles of blood-red storm clouds.
At this moment they are still relentlessly climbing, expanding, and the dense blood-colored clouds are heavy and oppressive.
Bolts of blood-red lightning reverberate within the storm clouds.
Thunder roars, echoing through the heavens.
At this moment, these storm clouds no longer cover just the area of the Heavenly Sword Tomb, but half of the Northern Territory is shrouded under these blood-red storm clouds.
Throughout the world, there's a sense of impending crisis.
Tremendous thunder shakes the nine skies, blinding electricity streaks across the heavens and earth.
All the living beings in the Northern Territory are overawed by this terrifying momentum. Hordes of demons prostrate on the ground, trembling, with even ancient beasts of the Saint Emperor level, dormant for countless ages, awakening from slumber.
Within the mountain ravine.
