On the panel, the once-calm text suddenly erupted!
And at the very same moment the Magic Technique Panel was refining the Thunder Talisman at an inconceivable speed—
True terror descended.
The heavens were enraged.
BOOM—!!!
A furious roar, incomparable to any sound in the mortal world, exploded in the deepest depths of Qi Yun's Divine Soul!
The next instant!
Qi Yun suddenly felt that the stone platform he stood on, the island itself, and even the entire expanse of the sea as far as the eye could see—their very existence seemed to be undergoing a bizarre stripping away.
First was the disappearance of sound.
The sound of the waves, the wind, even the rushing of his own blood and the beating of his heart, all rapidly faded, receding into a kind of absolute, deathly SILENCE.
It wasn't that he couldn't hear. It was that the very concept of 'sound' was vanishing from this place.
Next came the colors.
