"What kind of technique is that?"
Wu Lao's gaze was somber, staring intently at Bai Xiaofan, his voice as deep as it could get.
He could feel that as the storm swirled around Bai Xiaofan, everything around them, on this vast area of the Wang family's back mountain named Mount Wanku, had lost its vitality.
The flowers, grass, and trees all withered and died!
The gravel surface was all upheaved, with ravines shockingly etched across it!
The wooden houses where Wang Qingfeng and other Wang family ancestors resided had all collapsed, and the wood was scattered over the ground.
Everything had undergone an earth-shattering change compared to before.
In an instant, it seemed as if everything within this space had been drained of all life force.
Listening to Wu Lao's words, a savage smile appeared at the corner of Bai Xiaofan's mouth.
"Since you're asking, I'll tell you, so listen closely!"
