Sudden developments brought Zhou Baiyu's team to a halt.
The island, originally sunlit, had inexplicably darkened, with heavy clouds gathering. Despite the lack of felt breezes, an enormous dark cloud had enshrouded the island without anyone noticing.
These were thunderheads.
"What... what's happening, look at the pebbles on the ground," the Snow Demon exclaimed in shock.
Guang Tongchen furrowed his brows as he observed the sand and stones on the ground trembling. Even though no one felt the earth spin, they could sense the island was shaking.
If some fierce natural disaster were to strike the island, then it's doubtful any of the pioneers could withstand the force of nature.
The dark clouds in the sky boomed with muffled thunder, as if lightning would strike at any moment.
The island's light mist turned a dim gray under the shadowy light.
If one disregarded survivability and only considered the blurred scenery, the previous white fog gave the island a touch of mysticism.
