A terrifying hurricane, already notorious throughout the Ghost World, howled out of the Jiaozhu Mountain Range and swept closer. The many Ghost Lord cultivators stared wide-eyed as their auras surged and billowed around them.
Though everyone wanted to dodge at once, Qin Fengming had not moved, so naturally none of them dared to move either.
In an instant, the hurricane, resembling a gigantic flood dragon, arrived before them. A harsh, ear-piercing wind that shook the soul rushed into their ears, forcing them to hastily block their hearing.
A savage aura accompanied wave after wave of razor-sharp, invisible blades as they hacked toward them. The protective spiritual light around everyone immediately began to creak and groan.
Fortunately, they were all late-stage Ghost Lord cultivators or above. Their protective spiritual light did not shatter beneath the hurricane's assault.
Yet a strange aura that made their bodies turn icy and fear surge in their hearts pierced through the protective spiritual light and directly enveloped their bodies.
"This baleful wind storm has some substance. A baleful wind of this power would be a tremendous threat to mid-stage Ghost Lord cultivators, but it should not pose too great a threat to any of you. We will enter the depths of the mountain range now. If you truly cannot withstand it, bring out the rune crystals in your possession."
After sensing the savage, rapidly howling baleful wind storm, Qin Fengming transmitted these words to the others.
This was only the outermost region of the Jiaozhu Mountain Range, and the storm contained little baleful energy. The deeper they went into the mountain range, the stronger the baleful aura would inevitably become. By then, everyone would surely find it difficult to resist.
Everyone wore solemn expressions as they followed behind Qin Fengming and flew forward.
As they continued