Han Sen squinted his eyes. That scary presence carried enough overwhelming force to sunder the sturdiest stone. It rolled over the region like a wave.
The man was approaching, and he was terrifying. Han Sen felt as if the sky itself had changed color. The man's presence battered him over and over, like a ceaseless tide.
"Who are you?" Han Sen stood and squinted, peering at the oncoming form. The wind was tugging his clothes back, making them ripple in the gusts.
But Han Sen stood strong. He held his position as if that power did not exist, at all.
The person walked onwards without saying a word. And with every step the form took, it sounded like rocks were being broken underfoot.
Dong!
A very light footstep then took its place, reverberating through Han Sen's ear. But it had the impact of an explosion inside Han Sen's head. It made Han Sen squint his eyes even harder.
Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!