Zheng Zha clapped his hands together, sending out an invisible wave of wind force.
The wind of death spread out in all directions, slamming into the walls. While it did not pass through them as it usually did, it mattered little, for the air current was ubiquitous and seeped into every crevice. In mere moments, it permeated the entire city.
The sizes of the buildings, the fluctuations of energy, the movements of human bodies, every blade of grass and tree, every rustle in the wind—all of it was reflected within Zheng Zha's perception.
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