Clouds and fog gather as the moon darkens, swiftly rising winds lift the dust into the air.
Rolling dense fog churns, gathering from all directions, obscuring the sight, isolating all sounds.
This provokes a deathly silence across heaven and earth!
All sounds seem as though crushed by an invisible giant hand, utterly still, not stirring the slightest bit!
The sound of the wind, the clatter of thunder, the fluttering of flags...
It's as if transformed into a mute play, movements without sound!
Long Tai clenches the crocodile head axe; on his person, each hair stands on end like steel needles, piercing the air.
Long Tai couldn't help but recall the time he was protecting Su Huaili, the circumstances they faced...
That sense of feeling...
The heavens and earth were sealed, all senses, any momentum, all cries for help suppressed within a tiny area!
