"Whoosh!"
At this moment.
Mutations arose suddenly.
Deep within the vault of heaven, a sharp sound echoed, like an iron spear.
"Hoo..."
An invisible force swept over, as if a basin of aqua regia was poured into water; in an instant, the area began to boil, gurgling, causing the universe to tremble, all paths moaning in agony, as if corroded, some paths already riddled with holes.
The clans were horrified, unable to comprehend what was happening, yet feeling an overwhelming oppression descending.
Moreover, alongside that sharp sound likened to an iron spear, both soul and bone felt as if swept over by the bone-chilling wind blowing off the highland.
Every pore of the flesh felt frozen as if encased in ice.
Some Immortal Kings widened their eyes, perceiving more scenes, and simultaneously, gazed intently above their heads.