The air within the pocket dimension grew heavy, the oppressive aura of death intensifying with each passing moment. The very fabric of space-time seemed to groan under the strain, the distorted landscape threatening to implode under the weight of Yun Lintian's unleashed power.
Outside, the crowd watched in horrified fascination as the shimmering barrier surrounding the pocket dimension pulsed and throbbed, its surface rippling with waves of chaotic energy. The chilling aura emanating from within sent shivers down their spines, a primal fear gripping their hearts.
"Tian'er…" Yun Wushuang, her face etched with worry, clutched her chest, her heart pounding like a frantic drum.
She wanted to make a move but was restrained by Yun Mucheng.
"It's useless for you to go," Yun Mucheng said calmly.
Yun Wushuang could only stare at the throbbing pocket dimension in concern. She feared for his safety, for the consequences of unleashing such a terrifying power.