Chapter 384 Ancient Sword Pavillion

In the heart of the ancient imperial capital, the pitch-black clouds resembling ink were dense as they pressed down oppressively. Occasionally, the rumble of thunder could be heard, with lightning tearing through the sky, casting a burnt odor throughout the horizon. As the lightning struck, roars filled with immense fury resonated, causing the surrounding ancient buildings to subtly tremble. "Whoosh—"