Dark clouds roiled, fierce winds rampaged, and thunder roared.
A storm was brewing in the night sky a dozen miles ahead of the ship, poised to descend.
Standing on the deck of the ship, the faces of the thousand martial artists looking at the apocalyptic sky ahead were filled with terror.
Even Fang Bai couldn't help but frown slightly, his expression extremely solemn.
It was the true might of nature, containing powerful destructive forces of wind, water, and thunder—True Essence Forces. Despite the considerable distance from the ship, an overwhelming pressure could be felt, oppressive and suffocating.
Even the group of formidable sea beasts that had been trailing the ship and waiting for an opportunity to strike quickly dived to the ocean floor, not daring to emerge after the skies took a turn.
"Steward Wu, we should head south or north to bypass this dangerous area!"
A martial artist, frightened, shouted.
