"Maybe it was a demonic wind."
The two gatekeeping disciples detected no danger. From their perspective, the sky was clear and cloudless for thousands of miles. The mountain wind blew over them, bringing only a wave of stifling heat. Other than the swaying leaves, there was nothing else.
"Whatever kind of wind it is, stop it first."
The disciples Tang Hai had sent to guard the ancestor were naturally no ordinary figures.
"Disperse!"
The gatekeeping disciple on the left formed a hand seal with one hand and launched a spirit art. Spiritual light flew from his right hand and exploded in mid-air, sending water-ripple-like waves spreading outward. This was the most common Wind Repelling Spell, one that could be cast at the Foundation Building Realm. The ripples spread out, and the wind weakened a little, but only moments later, an even fiercer demonic wind rolled up from below. It buffeted their bodies, sending shattered stones on the ground flying into the mountainside with crackling pops.
This sudden turn of events left the disciple who had acted stunned for a moment.
"What's going on? There shouldn't be anything wrong with my spirit art."
"I'll try."
The gatekeeping disciple on the right also raised his hand and cast a Wind Repelling Spell, but the result was the same as before—it had no effect whatsoever. The demonic wind grew stronger and stronger, carrying more and more things up the mountain. At first, it had been leaves and withered branches. Moments later, it became stones and tree trunks. Many disciples whose cultivation was insufficient were affected by the demonic wind, swept away and blown into the distance.
"Someone is casting a spell!"
The two gatekeeping disciples sensed that something was wrong. They swiftly brought out their magic treasures and began sweeping their surroundings with