The entire Pan Heng world was restless. The circulation of great Dao of nature was disturbed, turning slow and unstable, like gears with sand in it.
Ji Hao closed his eyes, sensing the anxiousness of the world. The winds blowing from a long distance away brought strange roars into his ears. The whole Pan Heng world seemed to boil, to squirm, and to quickly wake up from a nightmare.
The eight-hundred world guards mentioned by Giant Kui walked out of the green tornados. Giant Kui was one of the weakest among them. Ji Hao even sensed a ten-thousand-miles tall powerful being, whose power was as vast as an ocean.
The powers of Pan Heng world gathered from all over the world, being absorbed by the eight-hundred guards. Their powers soared at an unbelievable rate. They were trees, but strengthened by the natural powers through countless centuries, their bodies were as tough as diamonds.