The first layer of the space-time vortex roared and shook, spiritual energy boiled like the tide, and an indescribable weight descended from above. Heaven and earth seemed unable to bear such an intangible burden, and a fine cracking sound could faintly be heard emerging.
Within just a dozen breaths, Zhao Sheng had "swum" a hundred miles, secretly reaching the bottom of the space-time vortex. More precisely, he had only reached the edge of the vortex, where he was forced to stop.
He could go no further.
For at this time, numerous floating islands, massive disc-shaped boats, and other enormous objects had already arrived under the vortex, the great army standing in stern array, ready for battle.
At this very moment, within a few hundred miles under the vortex, immense divine thoughts swept back and forth unrestrained, not sparing any corner from the sky to the ground.
Woo woo!
Moments later, a vast and elongated horn sound suddenly resonated between heaven and earth.
