This Ninth Mountain's Colonel has killed their troops and made them suffer numerous embarrassing defeats. Just now, they were swallowed by a gourd, and in their panic, someone finally couldn't help but use their trump card.
Just then, behind them, the fog waterfall churned and howled, quickly consolidating into a massive fog shadow that surged like a tidal wave, ravaging the void with its overwhelming presence.
The fog shadow only manifested its upper body, with the lower half being rolling fog, but its towering presence gave off a strong and terrifying oppressive aura.
It was at least two or three miles in size.
Upon seeing this giant shadow coldly snort, a thunderclap exploded beside everyone's ears, deafening those nearby. Those with weaker cultivation felt like they were struck hard, staggering as if drunk.
Then, the fog shadow raised its Cloud Hand, which like a towering pillar, reached towards the empty void a few miles diagonally below where no one stood.
