Seeing the enormous energy of the Restrictive Spell spreading through the air, Qin Fengming paid no attention to the five people beside him. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and carefully sensed the streams of incantation script shooting and weaving through the air.
But in everyone's eyes, the expression on the middle-aged cultivator's face clearly meant he had been intimidated by the terrifying gale outside. They merely laughed it off.
Standing inside Cold Wind City, one would not feel particularly frightened. But if a cultivator truly saw the gale with his own eyes, even a Ghost Lord cultivator would be so shocked that he would flee for his life.
Confronted by that ice-cold gale that blotted out the sky and earth, even someone who cultivated a fire-attribute technique would be frozen solid and turned into an ice corpse upon falling into it.
Over the past hundreds of thousands of years, the cultivators who had fallen in the sudden hurricanes were beyond counting. Even those at the Ghost Lord realm numbered no fewer than ten thousand.
After a short while, the explosive gale finally swept Cold Wind City into its midst.
The sky had originally been bright with sunlight and clear for ten thousand miles, but the instant the gale arrived, it turned into night.
As the incomparably cold storm swept across the city, it covered more than half of Cold Wind City in moments. Once the city-protecting Restrictive Spell was fully activated, the seemingly boundless ice-cold storm swept past without causing the slightest damage to the city.
Just as Qin Fengming thought the eruption was about to pass, a terrifying buzzing sound suddenly rang out from afar. Along with that enormous buzz, a frigid aura instantly swept over the entire Cold Wind City, and a dazzling mass of enormous azure light