At the northeastern corner of the ancient city.
Inside the giant stone statue space.
Dense fog filled the air, obscuring everyone's vision.
In the center of the fog lay a platform thirty feet in circumference.
More than a hundred cultivators stood upon the platform, guarding a chariot.
Violent gales swept endlessly through the space, making it difficult for anyone to keep their balance. They drove their weapons deep into the stone of the platform to anchor themselves and avoid being blown away.
Anyone swept off the platform by the gale was instantly shredded into thousands of pieces by the invisible wind, leaving neither flesh nor Divine Soul behind—truly terrifying.
"Sister Yun!"
"The wind here is too bizarre. Have you thought of a way to break the deadlock?" Zhu'er asked with an anxious expression.
After all, Zhu'er lacked worldly experience; in all her previous years, she had never witnessed anything supernatural. Even though the Shui Yue Heavenly Dao had infused her with the laws, her thinking and logic remained at the level of an ordinary person.
Faced with the marvelous spatial gate, the shifting gales, and the eerie space...
She inevitably felt fear in her heart.
After all, fear often stems from the unknown, and people rarely feel fear toward familiar things.
Right now, Zhu'er only wished her omnipotent Sister Yun could quickly provide a solution.
Another violent gust struck, instantly engulfing the cultivators on the platform. This wind was different from the previous ones.
There was neither coolness nor scorching heat in the wind; there was only dryness.
When a human body was exposed to this wind, the moisture within was unconsciously drained away.
Of the more than one hundred cultivators present, a dozen immediately turned into dried corpses under this wind.
"Xuan Yi! Did you figure out any clues?"