Tempest Point

At the center of the whirlpool that was formed from the compression of the clouds and mist that covered the sky, a ball of dark clouds was ceaselessly roiling and brewing.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

…

Violet colored lightning and thunder endlessly raged within it, seeming like numerous little snakes that danced about, dazzling and resplendent.

However, Duan Ling Tian currently didn’t have the mood to take notice of all this.

Whirlwind!

Duan Ling Tian’s figure flashed, and he seemed to have transformed into a gust of wind that blew towards the horizon.

Duan Ling Tian stepped on the air and rose up with skilled movements, and there wasn’t the slightest lack of fluency.

If it was an ordinary martial artist that had just broken through to the Void Prying Stage, the martial artist would at least require a period of time to familiarize himself before being able to control the air and fly.

But Duan Ling Tian was different.