On the battlefield, Great Bandit Wang Tian stood high in the sky, looking down upon everyone here with a commanding presence. His saintly might caused the heavens and the earth to rumble thunderously, as if solidifying the void around him, resembling a god of extraordinary prowess.
His voice was filled with ruthless cold. "You may leave now," he said. "But leave behind all the goods and everything on you without exception. Now, get out."
"But, sir, the black storm—" a person from the Merchant Group trembled forward, filled with fear. The black storm continued to rage, making it daunting to leave.
Even for Super Experts who were beneath the Half-Saint Rank, entering the storm would inevitably lead to death and the dissipation of their Dao.
The terror of the black storm was not merely rhetoric; encountering the most dreadful magnitude of the storm would pulverize even a Saint on the spot. It was the most fearsome disaster in Stealing Heaven Plain.
