In the skies above the Green Hill Foxes' Holy Ground, a dark cloud was churning while lightning flashed.
The cloud, however, was very small—less than fifteen kilometers, it was insignificant when compared to the calamity clouds that targeted Sufferance cultivators, which spanned up to hundreds of miles.
Likewise, the flashing bolts within the dark clouds appeared very weak and did not appear to be special in any way. And yet, only Fabulous Fox—who was locked on by the thundercloud—could feel the pressure that the many flashing bolts were exerting upon him.
"No!"
The fox felt as if he was falling apart when he realized that the thundercloud had locked on upon him, and cried out involuntarily, "No, this is impossible! I've already reached Mahayana nine hundred years ago, why would heavenly retribution come for me again?"