Inside the hall, a gust of wind blew, rolling up the Duanmu feather robes and making the sound of hunting.

Within the dark clouds above his head, the void was shrouded, sometimes flames rolled, sometimes thunderstorms burst, all revealing a strange smell.

"What is this dark cloud?" At this time, the crowd raised their heads, dark clouds contain the strength, thick and violent, as if to swallow into the body of leaf dust.

"Unexpectedly, Duanmuyu realized the soul of war in a few days."

Duan Chongyu looked at the dark clouds in the empty sky, and his eyes trembled violently. The people around Qin and Wu Dynasty opened their mouths...