By now, the earthquake had lasted for three minutes, and Ye Feng could feel the magnitude was decreasing; he estimated it would end in about another minute.
Of course, if aftershocks or sothing of that sort were to occur, that would be a different matter.
But it was at this mont that his pupils abruptly constricted.
It’s worth noting that Ye Feng was at a height of 2585 ters, and his vision could shift to any part of the entire tree,
So, if viewed from above, without any clouds obstructing the view, he could even see places twenty or thirty kiloters away.
Right now, at the edge of his field of view, a massive fissure with a diater of a hundred ters had suddenly appeared on the ground, and it was spreading at a terrifying speed.
Along its path, whether it was mountains, rivers, or anything else, everything that stood in its way was split in two.
Moreover, as the great fissure spread, many smaller cracks branched off, as if intending to devour everything around them into an unfathomable abyss.
At this ti, this great fissure was spreading straight towards the direction of Yang City.
At this rate, it wouldn’t take a minute to reach here, and when it did, Yang City would undoubtedly suffer catastrophic destruction.
"How could this be happening?" Ye Feng’s brow tightly furrowed, but now there was no ti left for him to ponder.
He imdiately divided his Attention, allocating a portion of his Ability to Control Heaven and Earth, trying to suppress this rapidly spreading fissure.
As he began to take action, he instantly noticed sothing was amiss. He could sense a peculiar energy at the leading edge of the gaping fissure.
This peculiar energy was causing the crack to extend straight ahead.
And as the great crack drew nearer, Ye Feng’s sensitivity to it beca clearer and clearer, to the point where he had an epiphany that this terrible earthquake might have been caused by this peculiar energy.
This odd energy was of a higher level than even Rule Power, and Ye Feng’s attempts to apply his earthquake-suppressing abilities had limited effect.
Even though he was giving his all, by current trends, by the ti the great fissure reached Yang City, the extent of its weakening would probably not even reach 1%.
By then, the great fissure would easily wreak massive havoc on the entire Yang City District.
"Damn it, is there no other way?" Ye Feng’s mind raced.
He soon thought back to the scene when his main roots were Devoured by Rule Power.
Although this peculiar energy was of a higher grade, as long as it was still a form of energy, the old thod should still be effective.
With this in mind, Ye Feng hesitated no more and imdiately sprang into action.
Instantly, a thunderbolt as thick as a water barrel condensed in the sky, striking down directly into the depths of the ever-spreading fissure.
That was where he had sensed the presence of the peculiar energy, at the very front end of the crack.
The next instant, deep within the fissure, an ear-piercing thunderous light burst forth. The terrifying serpentine lightning covered almost a kiloter in range, turning the nearby soil completely blackened.
Even the people within Yang City could see the reflection of the lightning on the clouds above.
The imnse power of the strike startled Ye Feng himself because, while launching the Lightning Attack, it was as if he had divine assistance.
Though limited by his Realm, he could only invoke 50,000 points of Spiritual Energy in a single strike, but he felt that the lightning he had mustered this ti could rival the power of 500,000 points of Faith Power unleashed.
And in his senses, that peculiar energy had weakened by 2% in just these brief two seconds.
Seeing this, Ye Feng’s eyes lit up. This effect was much better than just weakening the earthquake.
Without any further hesitation, lightning bolts as thick as water barrels continued to thunder down from the sky, one after another, relentless and ceaseless.
Under this dreadful heavenly authority, even the fissure’s advance seed to have slowed, though the most noticeable change was in the width of the crack itself.
The fissure, which initially could split the ground a hundred ters apart, began to gradually diminish in size with each strike of lightning.
From 100 ters to 90, 80...
By the ti the fissure was only the last 3 kiloters away from Yang City, it had halved in size, down to only 50 ters.
But Ye Feng’s mood was no longer so jubilant.
Because with current progress, the great fissure would still enter Yang City, at least tearing through half of the city before it could possibly stop.
Even though its power had already been reduced by half, even so, it would still result in the deaths of tens of thousands of people.
Not to ntion the financial losses.
"Forget it, let’s shed a bit more blood! If it still can’t be stopped, at least I’ll have a clear conscience," he muttered to himself.
After saying this, all but five of his main roots, which he kept in place to protect his parents, were directed towards the North City Wall.
Then, the 500 roots quickly interwove under the ground, just one kiloter away from Yang City.
His approach was akin to using "needle and thread" to sew the ground together as firmly as possible, strengthening its integrity.
If the great fissure wished to tear Yang City apart, it would first have to sever all these 500 roots.
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