Snap…
In the air, a violent sound echoed.
"Uh."
Simultaneously, a cry of pain could be heard.
Xiao Yi rose from the ground, shaking his incredibly sore arm.
No, to be precise, he was now enveloped in pain all over.
Just now, the Gang Winds of the entire Inheritance Land had run amok, assailing him.
The terrifying speed and overwhelming force were utterly beyond his ability to fend off.
This was indeed the Inheritance Land of the Main Hall, where the great warriors of the Ancient Wind Killing Palace lay at rest.
The power within this space was far beyond Xiao Yi's imagination.
The Gang Winds engulfed him in an instant, leaving him nearly powerless to resist.
Such horrific engulfment, in Xiao Yi's perception, was even a hundred times greater than the last time he was caught within the Martial Arts River of the Beiyin Sect's Great Elder.
No, even stronger, so strong that it was beyond Xiao Yi's comprehension.
Countless storms of Gang Winds consumed him, then swept him away.
