The three immediately tightened their nerves and solemnly looked at the vortex.
Silence, quiet, fiery flames flew up to the sky, then spiraled and fell.
Clearly in the heat of a fiery battlefield, yet everyone present felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave; their exposed skin became nearly stiff and cracked, blood vessels contracted, slowly squeezing blood into narrow veins, the body felt incredibly heavy, but the mood became increasingly anxious and uneasy.
An indescribable fatigue quickly surged up, keeping everyone in a state of exhaustion and pain as if sitting on pins and needles.
Dead silence.
Dead silence represents the unknown, and the unknown breeds suspicion. It makes one unconsciously ponder who is coming, whether they can be matched, whether they can be resisted, and what will happen if they are defeated?
Moments later, a voice suddenly broke this damn silence.
