Fang Yi, surrounded by wind and storm, made it through the tsunami of steel, lava eruptions, silvery-white and pitch-black lightning, and the violet storm in greatest haste. He hadn't died, but he felt as though a layer of skin had been stripped off his body. He could smell the scent of roast meat coming from him as the fourfold disasters followed after him.

Just then, the gigantic golden qilin flew through the spatial rift, ignoring the spatial rends by means of its bulky body and incredible strength.0

It crashed into the fourfold disasters, the tsunami of steel, lava spouts, silvery-white and pitch-black lightning, and a purple storm.

The black-and-white...