The cultivators of the three armies observing the battle from twenty miles away stared at the tornado that pierced the heavens with mouths agape.
Domain master-level battles are always so thrilling that they can't intervene at all.
Even if they wanted to intervene, they would likely be sucked into the tornado before getting close!
The tornado was a mix of dark green colors, carrying both the green of the Wind Rule and the black of void fragments.
From afar, it seemed composed of lines, each capable of shattering the void.
Viewed as a whole, it resembled a terrifying dragon standing tall enough to reach the heavens!
And in front of the tornado, Ning Qi, who appeared exceptionally tiny, stood suspended, like a rock in the sea enduring waves without breaking.
His white robe flapped violently, his hair danced wildly backwards, as if he were about to be swallowed by the tornado.
"Wind God Dragon Devour!"
