In an instant, countless fine and intricate ripples spread out from his palm in all directions, and at the same time seemed like crystal-clear Xiaoxue drifting down from the sky; each flake bore information signals of different frequencies, forming a strange interaction with the surrounding environment.
This spectacle made the breathing of everyone in the tent freeze along with it; they could almost feel the ripples in that anomalous space responding to the summons—a grand drama, invisible yet reaching into the deepest layers of the Soul, was about to unfold!
Suddenly, the resonance trajectory snapped tight; a thick beam of black-violet mixed with ghostly blue lightning soared into the sky, rolling up a tornado tempest from the distant void, then crashed down upon that fracture entrance gaping like a cavern, shrouded in nether mist and covered in bizarre Rune marks!
The Earth quaked, the atmosphere howled back like a torn throat, and ominous portents surged in overwhelming waves.
