The Crow Wind was formless, invisible to the naked eye, and even divine sense could scarcely touch or capture it.
In the eyes of outsiders, its existence could not be seen at all.
Yet through the changes in Zhou Yang's body, its terror could be profoundly felt.
Zhou Yang's True Immortal Dharma Body, tempered through countless trials, was worn away by the Crow Wind like a clay figurine in a raging gale. Bit by bit, flesh was scraped away, exposing the skeleton beneath.
Yet such visible danger was not truly frightening.
What was truly terrifying was the unseen damage the Crow Wind inflicted upon the Immortal Soul and Primordial Spirit.
After being tempered by gang winds and yin winds within the Celestial Immortal Cave Heaven, Zhou Yang's Immortal Soul and Primordial Spirit had already become extraordinarily powerful and resilient.
Even the gang winds capable of grinding Late Tribulation Crossing Stage True Immortals into nothing could hardly inflict fatal damage upon his Immortal Soul and Primordial Spirit.
But when the Crow Wind blew, he was like a person stripped bare in the depths of winter, his Immortal Soul and Primordial Spirit shivering violently and swaying on the verge of collapse.
At that moment, Zhou Yang's consciousness seemed to be torn apart. His thoughts were chaotic, and his Immortal Soul trembled.
The Crow Wind entered through the mind and primarily targeted the Immortal Soul and Primordial Spirit. Many True Immortals crossing the Wind Tribulation had their Immortal Souls scattered amid such mental chaos, their souls and spirits utterly extinguished.
At this time, the immortal formation within the valley began to operate. White immortal light, as bright and pure as moonlight, fell upon Zhou Yang, clearing his muddled consciousness and jolting him considerably awake.
The instant he regained clarity, Zhou Yang's heart tightened.