“Is Mr. Chance still cultivating?” Misho went to the backyard and asked after recuperating from his injuries.
“It’s been two days and nights. I wonder when it will end.”
Hamish appeared rather anxious since time was of the essence. The opportunity they might encounter might be more extensive the earlier they arrived on Demonia Mountain.
“Just wait patiently for a while longer. I reckon it should be soon,” Misho replied. No sooner had his words rang out than the earth trembled violently. On the heels of that, gray clouds condensed in the sky.
In a mere heartbeat, the whole of Salinsburgh City was blanketed with gray clouds. It was as though it was the end of the world.
That sudden phenomenon struck worry into the hearts of everyone in the city. Even Atlas sprinted out of his room and stared up at the sky solemnly.
“W-What’s happening here?” Hamish asked in a shaky voice. Wearing a grave expression, Misho shook his head. “I’m not sure either.”
“Don’t tell me a Demonic Cultivator is here,” Kiara said in fear, her gaze trained on the gray clouds.
“Yes, yes, it must be a Demonic Cultivator. I can already sense the aura of one,” Izolda seconded.
The two girls had never seen such a scene, and their faces had paled in terror.
“Shut up. There’s no Demonic Cultivator. No Demonic Cultivator would dare act so blatantly now,” Misho chided, shooting Izolda a glare.
The gray clouds gradually descended. Everyone felt as though a boulder was pressing on their chests, making it somewhat difficult for them to breathe. Such a feeling felt like the oppression brought by the arrival of an immortal.
Rumble!
All of a sudden, the rumble of thunder rang out from the gray clouds. It was as though countless archangels were galloping above them.
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