Wang Lin was floating ten thousand feet above the tower. With eyes bright as torches, he raised his right hand and all the black fog began rushing toward him. It looked like the black fog was being pushed from its outer rim toward Wang Lin.
The sky and clouds changed color!
Roaring thunder echoed from within the clouds. These thunderous roars spread out and echoed across all of Ling Yue.
In almost the blink of an eye, all of the black fog within 5,000 kilometers gathered in his hand in the form of a ball the size of a baby’s head, and it had lightning running through it.
The ball was filled with fog and flashes of the restrictions. There was also a powerful pressure coming out of it as it flickered.