The loud thundering sound almost shattered everyone's eardrums. Up in the sky, a thick black colour was like a sea of dark clouds, spreading through the sky all the way to the horizon.

A feeling of uneasiness appeared in Wei Ya's mind without any reason.

Suddenly, the earth was shaking violently. Just like the fog, a white halo oozed out of the soil, slowly pervading into the air.

The white halo which appeared all of a sudden had blocked the way of the army from the Upper Realm who were all roaring to march forward. Subconsciously, they stopped their march and remained alert while looking at the strange scene in front of them.

A strange view suddenly appeared among the army of the Upper Realm. The armies who were all once valiant and high-spirited were suddenly behaving like a drenched chicken that had been standing in the rainstorm, an unusual paleness appeared on every one of their faces.

"What's going on?" Carrying Luo Qingcheng, Xie Changming staring astonishingly