On the grasslands north of the imperial capital, millions of wind-element creatures had descended. They stood three meters tall, with grayish-white skin, and black hurricanes swirling beneath their humanoid flesh.
This race was called the Highland Hurricane Clan. When Lu Yang arrived at the grasslands with De Bu Chang Shi and the others, they happened to see the Highland Hurricane Clan's lower god-tier experts joining forces to cast a hurricane array.
Thousands of tornadoes formed across the vast grassland, whipping the snow from the ground into the sky. Under such violent winds, Lu Yang and his group could not see what lay ahead, and their combat strength was severely diminished.
"The wind here is too weak, far too weak. Make it stronger."
"The surviving humans are nearby. Let this world be filled with hurricanes, and let the hurricanes bring us glory once more."
"Ancient Ice God King, the Highland Hurricane Clan is willing to follow you faithfully. Thank you for granting us this land."
Gorna Death Hurricane, the Highland Hurricane Clan's chief, conjured a hundred-meter-tall wind elemental avatar. Standing before Lu Yang, he said with a mocking smile, "Allow me to introduce myself. The one who will kill you is called Death Hurricane. Slowly enjoy the feeling of being torn apart by hurricanes."
Lu Yang stared at the laughing wind elemental avatar, the fury in his heart reaching its limit. He had already sensed the enemy's strength. Death Hurricane was the strongest among them, a mid-level god-tier powerhouse, but he had descended using a secret technique. His current strength was only at the Demigod Tier; he had not even recovered to god-tier strength.
"Let me handle this." Bai Shi donned the Ghost-Faced Howler cape and gripped the Blood Howl battle axe. With his strength, splitting apart the hurricanes filling