A master at the peak of the late celestial pole died so unwillingly that after his death, a pair of eyes still stared straight at the sky without closing his eyes.,Jinchuan roared, and a strong wind spit out from his mouth, like a hurricane, shaking down all the leaves in the whole mountain forest, flying in mid-air, making a "rustling" sound.,within a thousand square feet, all the trees have become bare and not a single leaf can be seen.。