Above the vast sea of clouds, the wind carrying a biting chill swept through the two figures' robes. The Winged Angel and Pravina stood side by side, their eyes filled with unprecedented shock and fear.
Below them was the mysterious earth shrouded in ancient legends, and at the moment, this land seemed to tremble in anticipation of the impending storm.
"This is terrifying," Pravina's voice was as faint as a thread, yet it carried an unmistakable terror, "For others, advancing one echelon between Heavenly Realm Martial Artists takes decades or even centuries as a unit. He... he actually advances by months? This growth rate defies logic. It's simply terrifying."
The Winged Angel also revealed an unprecedented solemn expression at the moment.
