The moment they entered the Black Wind Sea, a terrifying, invisible force pressed in from every direction.
The chaos astral wind seeped into every gap.
Under its buffeting, the defensive barrier Fankong and the others had formed creaked beneath the unbearable strain, its radiance dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Hold firm!" Fankong roared, pouring the power of his laws into the barrier like mad.
The others likewise gritted their teeth, desperately keeping the formation running.
Yet the might of the chaos astral wind far exceeded anything they had imagined.
"Pfft!"
A slightly weaker Hunyuan Taiji Realm cultivator was the first to falter. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning deathly pale.
Immediately afterward, the protective radiance surrounding his body burst like a punctured bubble.
"Aaah!"
A piercing scream rang out.
The instant the cultivator's body touched the chaos astral wind, it was blown apart like a sand sculpture. His flesh, blood, and soul were all ground to dust and scattered into the darkness.
The sight sent a bone-deep chill through everyone.
"Realm Lord! We can't hold on! This astral wind is too powerful!" an elder howled. "We won't last much longer!"
Fankong's expression was so dark it seemed water might drip from it.
He glanced back.
Deep within the raging astral wind, an enormous divine vessel was weathering the storm, pursuing them at an unhurried pace.
It was Xuan He.
He had actually followed them inside.
Fankong's heart sank little by little.
Ahead lay death, and retreat offered the same.
They seemed to have truly been driven into a dead end.
"Realm Lord, let's fight them to the death!" an elder cried, his eyes bloodshot and his face full of madness.
"Fight?" Fankong gave a bitter laugh. "How? This astral wind will