Tang Yi flew into the air until he was nearly seven to eight meters high, then stopped, floating there like a ghost.
At that moment, a fierce gale suddenly kicked up in the Little Extreme Sacred Land. The weather took a drastic turn as the once-bright sky was instantly blotted out by countless dark clouds, growing dim and overcast.
The sky darkened in the blink of an eye. It was clearly daytime, but now it was as black as night.
The air temperature also plummeted, dropping from a normal temperature to a slight chill, and finally, to a bone-piercing cold.
As the gale blew, the freezing air felt like sharp knives stinging everyone’s faces. They couldn’t help but shiver, trembling uncontrollably from the cold.
Just then, as the temperature continued to drop, a terrifying aura began to emanate from the sky, growing increasingly distinct. The oppressive pressure it radiated made the candidates from the Three Major Zones feel as if something was crushing down on them, making it difficult to even breathe.
"What’s wrong? What happened? Why did the sky turn dark?"
"It’s so cold. Do you guys feel it? It’s only July, how can it be this cold?"
"Everyone, look! That candidate from the North District is fly... flying!"
"Th-this... how is this possible? What on earth did he do?"
"What’s going on? What in the world happened? Can someone tell me?"
"Why do I have such a bad feeling about this?"
"I have that feeling too. This is just too strange. That candidate from the North District suddenly flew into the air, then the sky instantly darkened, a gale kicked up, and the temperature dropped. This is all too bizarre."
"The way he looks... could he be casting some wicked Demon Technique? How else could a candidate fly into the air and cause the very heavens to change!"
"I think he might not be casting a Demon Technique, but is about to use some extremely powerful and terrifying Martial Technique!"
"No way! Doesn’t that mean we’re doomed? Should we..."
"What kind of Martial Technique could carry such momentum!"
"He... he couldn’t be a Demon from Hell, could he? Is he about to reveal his true form, and that’s why the heavens are changing color?"
Seeing Tang Yi fly into the air as the sky suddenly darkened, the candidates from the Three Major Zones turned pale with fright, their minds racing with all sorts of terrifying speculations.
When had they ever seen such a spectacle? When had they ever seen a candidate fly into the air, only for the sky to instantly darken and the temperature to plummet?
This was simply too terrifying. At this point, the candidates from the Three Major Zones had all stopped, staring in terror at Tang Yi in mid-air, not daring to advance another step.
In their eyes, Tang Yi’s image was now like that of a terrifying Wizard, eerie to the extreme.
If it weren’t for the fifty-odd candidates present, and if Ma Long hadn’t remained silent, some of them would have likely fled in terror at the sight.
"What the fuck is this? What the hell is he doing?"
Ma Long stared at Tang Yi in mid-air, his brows furrowed into a knot.
Seeing Tang Yi’s bizarre appearance, not only were the others terrified and uneasy, but even Ma Long—the team captain, ranked in the teens in the East District, and incredibly powerful—was extremely tense, a bad premonition rising in his heart.
At this moment, the thought of retreating had already taken root in Ma Long’s mind.
But with so many candidates here, if he was scared off without even putting up a fight, how could Ma Long ever show his face again if word got out?
Wouldn’t he become a laughingstock?
’Ma Long was scared off by a candidate from the North District.’
Just imagining that sentence was more than Ma Long could bear. So, even though he knew things were bad, he steeled himself and didn’t run, his mind racing to figure out how to respond.
「Somewhere in the Little Extreme Sacred Land.」
Hex Anmin, the captain of that strange group of West District candidates, had been in the middle of slaughtering a dozen or so candidates, but the sudden darkening of the sky made him stop. The dozen-odd candidates took advantage of Hex Anmin’s daze to flee for their lives, instantly rushing into the woods and disappearing from sight.
Hex Anmin didn’t chase after them. He just raised his head to look at the sky, a baffled expression on his face.
Just then, a figure darted out from the side, stood next to Hex Anmin, and pointed at the sky, saying, "Captain Hex, look over there."
The figure who had darted out was none other than their group’s liaison and scout, Xiaofu.
Following the direction Xiaofu pointed, one could see the dark clouds were thickest there. All the clouds were squeezed together, forming a strange, giant vortex. Streaks of lightning shot out from within this vortex, a truly shocking sight.
"I see it."
Hex Anmin nodded and said, "I don’t know what’s happening over there to cause such a bizarre celestial phenomenon."
"Should we go take a look?" Xiaofu asked hesitantly.
Hearing this, Hex Anmin thought for a moment and said, "No. Our business is more important. We need to get the Saint Spirit Blood as quickly as possible. Nothing else matters."
"Yes!"
Hearing this, Xiaofu was about to turn and conceal himself again, but Hex Anmin thought for another moment and called him back.
"Captain Hex, is there something else?" Xiaofu asked, confused.
"On second thought, contact two people nearby and have them go take a look. Report any news to me immediately. We absolutely cannot allow any unstable factors to jeopardize our mission," Hex Anmin instructed.
"Yes!"
Xiaofu acknowledged the order and then quickly departed. ...
「Meanwhile, at the Dui Palace Double Embrace Square.」
Through the Light Curtain in mid-air, everyone could see that the inside of the Little Extreme Sacred Land had become pitch-black. Because of the sudden darkness, the image on the Light Curtain was too obscure to make anything out.
"What’s going on? Why did it suddenly go black?"
"I can’t see anything clearly. What’s happening?"
"Don’t tell me the Eye Illusory Spiritual Curtain is broken?"
On the high platform, the Hall Masters and Elders were all puzzled. Everyone turned their gazes to Gong Liansheng, wanting to know what was going on.
Gong Liansheng glanced at the brocade box in mid-air, then explained to the crowd, "No, I can confirm that the Eye Illusory Spiritual Curtain is not damaged. It can still display the images from within the Little Extreme Sacred Land, but they’ve become unclear simply because it’s so dark."
"Pitch-black? What’s going on? Has night fallen in the Little Extreme Sacred Land? That’s impossible. If I recall correctly, the time inside the Little Extreme Sacred Land is synchronized with our time in the outside world. It’s not nighttime for us, so how could it be night there?" an Elder said.
Hearing this Elder’s words, the crowd in the Double Embrace Square also grew puzzled. Even the Special Envoy Gong Liansheng, whose strength was Heaven-Reaching, didn’t understand what was happening.
This had never happened before. At that moment, an Elder pointed at the Light Curtain and exclaimed in shock, "Quick, look at the Light Curtain! Look, what is that?"

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