Feng Yang braced against the howling gale and torrential rain, adapting to the volatile and unpredictable situation. He was just a hair's breadth away from taking that crucial step, yet he was in no rush to make a move.
Meanwhile, the crowd gathered at the foot of the mountain grew larger by the day, though the Sword King, Qin Hu, and others hesitated and dared not advance further. The sheer destructive power of this storm seemed terrifyingly capable of shattering a person's soul.
Supported by the spiritual energy source of a realm of his own, Feng Yang was able to withstand all of this. After a long passage of time, the storm that had crossed the spatial rifts was gradually brought under control by Feng Yang's power. The previously chaotic expanse began to usher in a moment of calm.
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