As the enormous vortex of wind, whose limits could not be detected, swept toward him, Qin Fengming showed not the slightest change in expression. Instead, a smile appeared on his youthful face.
He had entered the Valley of Ten Thousand Cries precisely for this Corroding Wind.
Before that pillar-like gale, which seemed to prop up the heavens and earth, could reach him, a strange aura had already surged over. The moment it touched him, Qin Fengming suddenly felt the magic power throughout his body stagnate, leaving him completely unable to cast any spells.
In the blink of an eye, the murky yellow hurricane swept the two people who had just been fighting into its depths.
Qin Fengming only felt everything before him go black. As his entire body was suddenly battered by countless hard objects, his vision was abruptly obscured by a murky yellow, filthy hue. He was lifted into the air and immediately plunged into endless darkness.
Although the omnipresent attacks were not fatal to cultivators, without protective spiritual light or magical treasures to shield him, even Qin Fengming felt pain throughout his body.
For other cultivators who had not practiced body-refining techniques, merely being struck by the hard wood and rocks swept up in the storm could cost them their lives.
At that moment, although his mind remained clear, the divine sense within him could barely leave his body at all. Facing the continual stabbing of sharp objects, Qin Fengming did not even dare open his eyes. He clasped his arms over his head, curled up his body, and did his utmost to make himself as small as possible.
As the hurricane carried him swiftly onward, his head finally grew faint, and he fell completely unconscious.
No one knew how much time had passed. After wave upon wave