As the 'concert' approached, both sides were preparing.
May 17th, early morning.
Deep in the mountain forest tens of kilometers outside Mason City, a young man with a full beard was sitting cross-legged, with an increasingly strong aura of destruction emitting from his body.
Under the terrifying aura, a raging wind howled around him, shaking the trees several meters away, whisking up gravel and fallen leaves, forming a tornado centered on Clyde.
Suddenly, Clyde's aura fluctuated, and the tornado-like winds around him exploded with a burst and dispersed.
"No, it's still lacking a bit," Clyde opened his eyes, showing a hint of disappointment on his face.
After two days of closed-door cultivation, although he had sensed the barrier to breakthrough, he was always just a bit short and unable to break the shackles to step into the Seventh Layer Heaven.