He struggled to look up, and in the hazy sunlight, he could only see a blurry figure hovering in the air.

Bologue remembered what Palmer called that person.

Fuen?

Why is Fuen here? Shouldn’t he be at the Wind Source Highlands?

Bologue suddenly realized that it seemed the Decision Room had indeed made comprehensive preparations, as if all this was a trap they set, even Xilin’s return was like this.

A chill climbed up Bologue’s spine, and the surrounding air pressure began to drop. Bologue felt some oppression in his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

The sky gradually darkened, and the clouds began to gather. Suddenly, a sudden gust of air blew from afar, carrying fine dust and sand. As the airflow gradually intensified, the wind speed increased, forming a strong wind. At this moment, the sky’s clouds became even denser, vertical clouds continuously formed, and lightning began to flash frequently, accompanied by the rumbling of thunder.

Fuen unleashed his Secret Energy to the fullest, and his Ether evenly spread across the entire area, manipulating the local air pressure and controlling the airflow.

As the weather gradually distorted, Fuen’s power also reached its peak, with the Ether reactions of the Defender flickering incessantly.

The wind speed continued to increase, and powerful downbursts began to extend from the upper atmosphere downward, intensifying the storm. Sand and dust hit his body, making it almost impossible for Bologue to open his eyes, then he clearly felt that Fuen’s power was not restrained by the Defender, he stepped forward again.

Seeker of Glory.

The storm gradually rose, swiftly whipping up dust all over the sky. Rain began to fall in drips, then turned into a torrential downpour coming like a tide. In a short time, the ground trembled, the sky turned gray and dim, suddenly, lightning and thunder intermingled, like a raging sea, the low roar from the wind carried panic and horror, instantly filling the air.

Bologue was sure he didn’t feel wrong. At this moment, Fuen’s power reached that of a Seeker of Glory. He struggled to look at Palmer, who was also shocked. Obviously, he had no idea about his father’s advancement to Seeker of Glory.

"You know what this bastard is like!" Palmer shouted at Bologue, "He didn’t even tell me about my engagement, how could I possibly know about this!"

Bologue was fed up with the Clarks’ eccentricity.

As time went on, the storm grew more violent, dense fog rose from the ground, quickly swirling up like a massive black vortex.

The fog enveloped the entire city, which became lifeless as if it had entered another world. Torrential rain poured down, and lightning illuminated the entire sky, chasing after the electric flashes, thunder echoed like a wild dancing melody.

Fuen continued to wield his power, and at this moment, he perfectly demonstrated the impact of a Seeker of Glory on the material world, like a walking Extraordinary Disaster, recklessly altering the weather.

The wind speed continued to increase to a certain extent, forming the so-called squall line, often accompanied by large-scale destruction because the squall line could sweep away everything in its path.

Bologue stood up and hugged Aimou, then pulled Palmer, the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid turned into chains, wrapping around them, extending out rivets, piercing into the ground, firmly anchoring them, while several earthen walls rose to become shelter.

The giant atmospheric dome covering the city began to move rapidly, the clouds were also quickly transforming and moving. Changes that would take tens of hours or days occurred as if time had accelerated, and under the sudden winds, they were rapidly eliminated.

As the squall line continued to advance, dense clouds poured down heavy rain like a breaking flood, the surface water quickly intensified. At the same time, thunder became more frequent, accompanied by strong lightning strikes, transmitting electric current to the ground, instantly causing tremendous damage and destruction, sparks bursting from the city’s power poles one by one.

"What is he trying to do!" Bologue shouted.

Finally, the battle was over, but Fuen stirred up the storm again, high-speed airflow almost suffocated them.

"I...I don’t know!"

Palmer shook his head vigorously. How could he understand Fuen’s mind, but in the next second, he suddenly remembered a story from a long time ago.

"The Dawn War!"

Palmer became excited, shouting while trying hard to look up, eyes on the somber clouds, along with the flash of Thunder, barely reflecting a blurry silhouette.

With Palmer’s reminder, Bologue immediately understood what Fuen wanted to do, the Clarks are the masters of wind, they can not only summon storms but also dispel clouds.

Now what Fuen wants to do is exactly what they did during the Dawn War, calling forth a storm to sweep away all the plague of decay.

Thinking about this, Bologue’s mood quickly shifted, involuntarily looking up.

At the same time, a powerful airflow surged upwards, like a giant vacuum cleaner sucking up the fog from the ground, turning them into raging storm whirlwinds.

The fog engulfing the city was swept up, gathered, the tornado rolled with thick, dense clouds, constantly climbing into the high sky, performing very intense vertical motions in the atmosphere. As the tornado continued to climb up, it engaged in fierce interaction with the surrounding airflow.

Amidst the entangled lightning, the tornado carried all the plague of decay, like a giant python bound by fierce winds, dancing wildly between heaven and earth, spiraling vertically towards the firmament.

Fuen took a deep breath, he was like the sages of the Clarks, walking on a broad, clumsy path, able to control massive weather changes, but excessive interference in reality also had a severe burden on him, fortunately, everything was about to end.

The Ether within the Alchemy Matrix burned entirely, Fuen almost turned into a living embodiment of Thunder, a whirlwind, even saying he was the storm itself.

Secret Energy·Lord of Wind.

In an instant, the raging storm python surged upwards, piercing through the clouds. Everyone heard a thunderous roar from between heaven and earth. The storm python charged into the soaring sky, passed through layers of clouds, reaching the boundless realm. After a brief pause, the python dissipated, all plague of decay lost its binding, spreading outwards, diluted in the atmosphere.

The storm that swept the city began to subside, the thunder gradually ceased, and the rain returned to a gentle drizzle.

The ascent of the plague of decay crashed out a massive circular hole in the clouds, making the blurred clouds have an exceptionally clear edge for the first time. In the blue and clear sky, bright sunlight fell, plating the edge of the circular cloud hole with a thin layer of gold.

Bologue propped himself up with Grudge Biter and stood up. Within the giant cloud hole, Fuen descended rapidly on an air current, landing in front of them.

Fuen glanced around the battlefield, finding it in ruins. Even though the storm had cleared the dust, many broken walls and countless corpses could still be seen.

Some corpses belonged to the King’s Secret Sword, others to the Order Bureau. While they battled with the First Seat, others fought in the fog. Not everyone was as lucky as Palmer, or like Bologue, possessed an Undying Body.

Thinking about it, their ability to survive was surprisingly strong; one was an Undead, one was a lucky ghost, and one had a Steel Body. In case of need, they could also hide inside the Undead’s body.

Thanks to these extraordinary factors, they survived the conflict among the Seekers of Glory.

Fuen sighed, "What a disaster it was..."

"At least it’s all over," Bologue said.

Fuen hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, denying, "This is just the beginning, Bologue."

Bologue fell silent, knowing Fuen was right. The plague of decay was averted, the First Seat died here, but greater chaos was just beginning.

"Xilin..."

Bologue softly murmured that esteemed name, looking up, letting the sunlight shine on his face, trying to dispel the coldness.