From afar, centered upon the Ancient Nether Sacred Land, the vast starry sky for millions of miles around is already shrouded in a layer of dark purple evil clouds, sticky and filthy, visible to the naked eye.
Within the evil clouds, shadowy figures lurked, their numbers incalculable, hiding countless terrifying demon shadows.
The wind howled ominously, the demons wailed faintly, stars devoid of light, presenting a scene of impending doom.
Inside the Ancient Nether Sacred Land, the celestial atmosphere and tranquil harmony of days past were long gone.
Panic, like a wildfire, spread among the disciples.
Low-level disciples looked pale, eyes filled with terror, finding it difficult to focus during cultivation, often involuntarily looking towards the despair-inducing evil clouds outside the sacred land, as if countless ghastly demons would break through the array and devour them at any moment.
