"Boom!"
A thunderous explosion shook both inside and outside Wushan, with a faint rift even appearing in mid-air, through which the dark skies of the outside world could be glimpsed.
With the roaring of the fierce winds, Ying Zhao was the first to arrive at the end of the stone steps before the mountain gate, witnessing the storm that crushed everything to dust.
But in the next instant, that terrifying scene suddenly froze, and time reversed itself. The storm receded as quickly as it had raged, vanishing in just a few breaths. Countless specks of dust rapidly coalesced, following the retraction of the storm, as one after another, buildings that had been obliterated were resurrected.
Everything returned to its previous state, including Taihao Hall, which still stood in the distance, unscathed.
"Great Venerable."
Without hesitation, Ying Zhao knelt on one knee, bowing his head to the Coiled Dragon in the distance.
