Ye Ming felt utterly puzzled, he had never experienced such a feeling before.
Even when he had been on the brink of life and death, this sensation had never surfaced, let alone with such intensity that it made his heart tremble uncontrollably.
Before he could detect anything, Lin Mengdie beside him had already let out a cry of alarm, pointing to the sky and asking, "What is that?"
Ye Ming looked up and saw the sky above gradually darkening, a massive dark cloud suddenly appeared, looming right over his head.
The surroundings were clear skies as far as the eye could see; the appearance of the dark cloud was extremely strange.
And the source of Ye Ming's fear was the dark cloud above.
It was as if hell itself was waving at him.
Ye Ming kept scouring his memory, but couldn't find any record of such a bizarre phenomenon.
Just then, the sound of muffled thunder echoed from within the dark cloud.