At the summit of the high cliff, the fog is dense and pervasive.
A vast expanse of cloud masks the scenery of the cliff top, revealing not a sliver, as if it has severed all connection with the outside world.
Rumble rumble!
Suddenly, within the depth of the clouds, there is the rolling sound of muffled thunder, arriving in an instant. The sound suddenly amplifies, accompanied by a sharp whistling of sword energy, as if several forces are converging at one point.
Straight after, blue, black, purple, silver… a fluctuation mixed from these four streamers burst forth from within, violently breaking open the barrier.
Boom!
The clouds tremble violently, swirling and rising, the original dense barriers instantly become much thinner.
"Finally, out!"
Gu Yu springs out first, taking a deep breath, it is indeed the familiar salty sea breeze, looking around, it has turned into ordinary mist, between the vague outlines, the scenery can be made out.
