Everyone in the Qing Feng Sword Formation gave out a glow and a strong wind blew out of nowhere.
The wind started to twirl in front of the Qing Feng Sect disciples and pillars of tornadoes started to form, and WanEr HuLie with the other cultivators from the north could feel every inch of their skin being sliced by the wind.
Finally, the tornadoes were at least a hundred meters high and ten meters wide at the bottom.
All of the Qing Feng Sect disciples gave out a roar and the tornadoes started to move towards WanEr HuLie and the other cultivators rapidly.
"Argh! Help me!" One of them got entangled with the tornadoes and his arm was getting ripped off piece by piece.
His compatriot beside him pulled him out from it and they tried to leap away.
But the tornado didn't stop and it followed them.
WanEr HuLie crossed his arms in front of him and his tattoos glowed brightly and he punched at the tornado with his fists.
Howl.
