"The Yin-Yang Millstone!"
Zhang Yangtian squinted slightly, a more terrifying aura erupting from him as endless black-and-white light began reshaping the world.
Yin and Yang sundered dusk from dawn!
In an instant, the appearance of the Ghost Tomb ruins changed. Above the nine heavens, it was as if an additional sun had appeared, the only difference being that this sun was black and white.
Chilling!
Blazing!
Two completely different powers intertwined, rotating around Zhang Yangtian and forming a large cyclone. The energy produced was enough to destroy everything. From a distance, it looked like a spinning millstone, carrying death, destruction, and devastation in its wake.
"How could this happen?"
