The humming in the air deepened, growing into a low, ancient sound like a huge divine bell struck in anger.
It rolled across the mountains, shaking the earth and sky. Trees bent under the invisible pressure, their leaves trembling like a crowd holding its breath.
Deep in the forest, frightened animals whined and scattered, fleeing to safety. The heavens had noticed Xie Ren's challenge, and they did not like being mocked.
Inside the thick crimson mist, the world had shrunk to one battle: man against the sky.
Outside that fog, the rest of the world trembled with fear.
The first strike had sounded like the sky itself was breaking open. Thunder echoed through the cliffs and valleys of the surrounding peaks, shaking loose stones from steep ridges.
Birds burst from their nests, squawking wildly, while cultivators meditating miles away were jolted awake by the roar.
Su Jie's face grew serious, his eyes narrowing as he watched the storm.
