Dark clouds churned in the sky, lightning bolts cleaving the void like the grim reaper's blades, pressing down with such a heavy killing aura that everyone struggled to breathe.
"My God, this is too terrifying, let's go!"
Two cultivators at the Sixth Layer of Tao cried out in alarm and, steering their flying swords, shot into the sky, trying to flee the Dead City.
"Boom..."
But just as they ascended no more than ten meters, the rolling dark clouds had become like a barrier, blanketing the entire Dead City and leaving them no escape. Then, with a thunderous explosion, a bolt of lightning struck one of them into dust and bones, killing him instantly.
The other cultivator's face paled drastically, and he no longer dared to linger in the sky, hastily descending back to the ground, his face ghostly white with fright.
The earth kept trembling, dust rolling up, and the walls of the Dead City continued to rise.
