As they continued descending, the storms within the astral wind layer grew increasingly savage. The wind howled like ferocious beasts charging wildly, making one feel that the astral winds on the ground would be even more terrifying.
The crowd's vital energy was rapidly draining in the middle layer of the astral winds. The gale swept toward them like blades, and just then, the howling wind suddenly intensified. Terrifying hurricanes appeared out of nowhere, instantly sweeping everyone into them.
The Protective Vital Energy immediately reached its limit. Fire Cloud Divine Lord was only slightly slower in taking out his defensive artifact, and several gashes were instantly torn across his body by the hurricanes, causing his expression to change.
If their cultivation had been any weaker, some of the martial artists would probably have vanished soundlessly into the astral wind layer in that single moment.
Apart from Saint Cliff Divine Lord, Sun-Eating Arhat, and Primordial Chaos Dao Lord—the several Divine Lords with the highest cultivation—the rest of the Divine Lords all suffered injuries of varying severity in the sudden hurricanes. Afterward, each of them used their own methods, relying on defensive arts or artifacts to continue descending.
However, no one thought of turning back. The existence of this continent seemed extraordinarily strange in the Primal Universe. Even if this place was a land of death, they would not be satisfied until they had explored it. Besides, such violent astral winds might well be a layer of natural protection. If so, this place definitely contained some heavenly treasure.
Just as even the Divine Lords began to find it difficult, the astral winds suddenly vanished. A boundless stretch of land abruptly appeared before them. Weathered giant rocks and peaks towered across the earth, while gusts of sand swept past from time to time. The