Illusion Yin Wind Spirit

Just then, the burly man turned his head and looked in Yan Chihuo's direction. He said, "Interesting. A cultivator actually dared enter a cave on Phantom Sky Mountain—and caused such a huge commotion. His cultivation is too weak, only at the Dao Foundation Stage. Fine, then Feng Qingyang can make the first killing of the day."

The burly man opened his mouth and roared, "Qingyang, come here."

No sooner had his words fallen than a breeze drifted over, paused in midair, and condensed into a young human face. The face opened its mouth and said, "Master, what are your orders?"

The burly man pointed toward Yan Chihuo and said, "There is a human cultivator cultivating over there. His cultivation method is somewhat strange, and he has stirred up quite a spectacle. But he is only at the Dao Foundation Stage, so I'll leave him to you."

The young face said, "Yes, Master. Rest assured, I will never let him leave alive." With that, the young face vanished, turning into a puff of breeze that flew out of the cave.

Once outside, the breeze immediately became incomparably violent, transforming into a howling gale. Moments later, the gale arrived inside Yan Chihuo's cave and once again turned into a young human face.

The young face hid to one side and quietly observed Yan Chihuo. He was rather cautious. For many years, not a single demon had entered the caves of Phantom Sky Mountain, let alone a cultivator.

Watching countless streams of Gale Wind pour into Yan Chihuo's crown, the young face secretly found it strange. What was this man trying to do? It opened its mouth and exhaled stream after stream of icy wind toward Yan Chihuo. Like the other Gale Winds, they entered his body through the crown of his head.