A roaring sound continually emanated from within the light, and no one could see what was actually happening inside, not even the slightest hint of a breath could be felt, only the waves of roaring sounds could be heard.
The roaring sounded like a tide overturning mountains, carrying a terrifying divine might and fierce winds, growing from nothing to a visible sweep, causing the entire space to tremble violently.
At this moment, the open ground has become a place where only fierce winds remain.
The roaring sound then slowly diminished until it disappeared entirely, as if suddenly transitioning from a bustling marketplace into a quiet alley, creating a very spooky sense of contrast.
The light also gradually shrunk until it returned to normal.
The sky was blue, the scorching sun held high, illuminating the scene completely.
At this time, Qin An was covered in wounds, with trickles of blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the soil.
