"Fuck! Another earthquake?"
"Damn it, Mount Everest isn't on an earthquake belt, right? How can this be happening?"
"Avalanche! Brothers, run for your lives!"
"Look at the top of Mount Everest! What's that about?"
Climbers nearby felt the intense tremors and were all panic-stricken.
Especially when they saw the swirling vortex at the summit of Mount Everest, everyone was shocked and turned pale.
The vortex whirled and roared, spewing out a terrifying pressure, which even at the base of Mount Everest, weighed heavily upon the spectators.
Atop Mount Everest, a formidable surge of air cleared away miles around of snow accumulation.
Ning Fan landed slowly on the summit, his eyes coldly fixed on what lay ahead.
The wind and snow gradually cleared, revealing the traces of the Godhunters.
The white-haired man was the first to bear the brunt, covered in wounds and blood, heaving for breath.