In the dense forest, a deafening dragon chant echoed through the heavens, carrying an earth-shattering majesty that overthrew everything around it.
It was as though an ancient bell had tolled from the distant past, reverberating distantly, crossing endless ages, imbued with a profound sense of vicissitude.
Under the dragon chant.
Distant volcanoes were stirred, roaring thunderously, columns of fire erupted, and molten lava suddenly poured out, unrestrainedly expressing the incomparable might of nature.
In merely an instant, this place was turned into a vast sea of fire, with a scorching heat wave directly approaching, seemingly burning even the air.
On the earth, the grand heartbeats continued to thrive, growing even louder, and eventually, it was as though the sky itself resonated with it.
Jiang Hui's body was aloft, standing in the air several thousand meters high, shrouded in a faint radiance, like a sinking sun gradually coming down.