Shang Shuqing trusted him and relaxed. Swept up by the fierce wind, her toes slowly left the ground, and she began to spin as she rose into the air.
Everyone fixed their Dharma Eyes on her reactions and the situation at the scene. Not even Zhao Xiongge and Niu Youdao dared relax. What they had seen in the Demon Codex was merely a written record; no one knew what the actual circumstances would be.
More and more Netherfeather Cold Crows seemed to have been struck by lightning, trembling violently as they shook loose the black mist clinging to their bodies without dispersing. They shook their heads hard, as though something had choked them awake, while the eerie red light floating in their eyes flickered unsteadily.
These Crow Generals, in the midst of awakening, seemed to be interacting with Shang Shuqing. They appeared to be sensing her aura, and the means by which they sensed it were the gusts of wind swirling around her.
The wind grew fiercer and fiercer, and Shang Shuqing spun faster and faster. She felt dizzy, spun senseless, and had no choice but to close her eyes.
The binding on her hair was finally flung away. Her long hair spilled free, spinning in the wind as well.
The flames in the vast space roared, while the royal banner atop the flagpole snapped and fluttered violently.
Niu Youdao and the others at the center of the whirlwind had their robes whipped about by the wind as well, and had to forcibly steady themselves with spells.
The atmosphere throughout the enormous underground space seemed to have fallen into complete chaos.
Suddenly, Niu Youdao and the others stared intently through their Dharma Eyes. A large black speck flew from the rapidly spinning Shang Shuqing and drifted toward the solitary suit