The skies churned, the storm clouds above growing darker and more oppressive.
The golden lightning that had been coursing down moments before now shifted into hues of deep crimson, streaked with eerie, radiant blue.
*RUMBLE* Each crackle of thunder sounded like the roar of an enraged god, shaking the very ground beneath the gathered spectators.
The air turned suffocating, an unbearable weight pressing down on everyone present.
WHAT THE FUCK?
Fear and shock rippled around the people who had been watching from the distance.
"H-He is entering the 9th degree?"
"No way..."
"He is going to die."
"No one survived the 8th degree and he is going to the 9th?"
Li Jia who was standing amongst the disciples, her lips quivered in horror and her legs gave out as she stumbled on her knees "Tian?"
Everyone could feel the oppressive energy from the storm even though there is a great distance between them and Zhao Tian.