The sudden gale carried a scent of blood.
At this moment, at the waist of the mountain, the wind rolled up the scent in the sky, causing all present, including Tong Daoshuai and Silver Dao Marshal, to squint instinctively.
Qin An, extracting a demon soul from a creature, sensed the gust behind him, turned to look, and instantly understood when he heard Zhu Xueshuang's voice.
"I see, is it a trap?"
Qin An remained calm in his mind.
If anyone else faced such a situation, they would likely panic, but not Qin An.
He had fought his way up from the bottom, facing countless dangers.
He knew well that the more dangerous the place, the calmer one must be, so his mind was like a vast ocean, unperturbed by the slightest ripple.
The moment the gale blew, it did not harm him, making his clothes flap loudly.
However, the next moment, Qin An felt his body could no longer stay stable.
Within this whirling wind, he was rapidly being flown in a certain direction.
