"Boom..."
Yara City.
Just a moment ago, the sky had been pristine and cloudless, but within the blink of an eye, it was enveloped by pitch-black clouds like ink.
The black clouds blotted out the sky and sun, plunging the entire city into darkness while simultaneously paralyzing its mechanical systems.
Looking out over the city, the dazzling lights extinguished rapidly, and the blaring alarms fell abruptly silent.
Countless people fled in panic toward the safe zone, various streams of Star Power converging into a torrent that brought a flicker of light to the city drowned in darkness.
Atop the Yala Group building, Su Liang stood at the pinnacle of Da Xia, lifting his gaze to the ink-black clouds above, his expression dark with frustration.
Behind him, three men adorned in ornate battle armor observed the chaos in the city, their expressions varying wildly, their thoughts unreadable.
