The thin yellow paper drifted into the air, carried off by the wind. It became a tiny speck in the vast sky.
The 200,000-strong Fu Xiang army hollered as they charged forth. Streaks of sorcery strikes and arrow shots flew across the air.
The massive army surged towards that petite snow-white figure standing proudly in the wind and smiling at the murderous aura radiating from the soldiers.
In an instant!
Dark, stormy clouds crowded the sky and cast an enormous shadow across the earth.
Peals of lightning lit up the clouds, as crashing thunder rang out loudly.
The rumbling thunder swallowed the sounds of the charging army.
Shi Dakai looked at the sky to see a mass of storm clouds interspersed by lightning flashes. It was like the sky was breaking apart.
A sense of unease rose in Shi Dakai's heart.
A strange phenomenon was happening in nature, but why?
Suddenly!
