Wind, Rise
Biên tập viên: EndlessFantasy Translation
The black fog spun rapidly, giving off waves of rumbling sounds.
Countless electric arcs flashed, stirring up sparks, and the speed of the rotation suddenly exploded. The electric arcs were like numerous sharp blades cutting on everyone's skin, making it impossible for them to open their eyes. Even Intermediate Spiritualists had to use all their strengths to resist this powerful suction force as if they were treading on thin ice.
Seeing an Advanced Spiritualist being sucked into the black fog by the green vines was indescribably shocking.
Moreover, less than 10% of the people who were on the huge balcony previously were left. They were all Rudimentary Spiritualists and were unable to resist the suction force at all.
Other than Ou Yangming and a few others, everyone thought in despair, 'This time, we'll probably have to die here.'