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The moment this terrifying aura erupted, this independent space emitted endless fluctuations. The lake water rose, the void distorted, and the rain shook.

Clouds and fog appeared in the sky of this space, rapidly churning and forming a vortex, rumbling as it spun, connecting with the fog on the lake, as if bridging the gap between heaven and earth, forming a tornado.

The pressure enveloped the surroundings and rain poured in all directions.

Under this tornado and this terrifying aura, the black rune floating in the fog kept swaying and cracks that couldn't be restored appeared on it.

Pitch-black blood seeped out from it.

There were also cracks forming on the talismans that had transformed into a long street.

It seemed that the roiling from the fog brought forth a tremendous force, surpassing the scope of these two talismans, causing signs of unbearable stress to appear.