"What is going on?!"
Wan Wudi was once again struck with utter dismay. He hastily raised his head to look toward the dark vortex in the firmament, where the grey mass was growing increasingly dense—so dense it was pitch black like ink, impossible to disperse, blocking all line of sight so that it was completely impossible to discern what lay hidden within.
Yet that terrifying undulation of power was undeniably real.
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