The once calm sky above the canyon suddenly erupted with a violent wind.
Then the entire sky darkened, and vast black clouds appeared out of nowhere, covering the sky and rolling like boiling water, plunging the whole canyon into a night-like darkness.
All the black clouds then converged towards the center, quickly forming an immense vortex of black energy, a huge pressure descended from the vortex in space.
"This is bad!"
Seeing this, Liu Ming's face changed drastically; he had experienced this kind of pressure before.
Even Motian's face showed extreme fear at this moment; he moved and was about to do something.
However, his body was near collapse, and as soon as he moved, he aggravated his injuries, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his body pausing.
Although Liu Ming's mana was nearly exhausted, he was not injured, and he reluctantly urged his remaining mana to fly out of the valley.
