After leaving Rakshasa City, Li Xingluo drove a carriage across a stretch of wilderness.
Suddenly, ink-black clouds came rolling in. The gale howled like a savage beast, roaring again and again. Fine sand and pebbles flew wildly through the air. Li Xingluo had just dodged several of them when the horse stumbled, and before he could react, a small stone grazed his face, leaving it stinging with pain.
A brilliant bolt of lightning tore across the night sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder. The black storm swept toward the earth like a black tornado, carrying the power to destroy everything.
In an instant, the sky darkened, sand and stones flew everywhere, and no one could keep their eyes open.
Amid the howling wind came sounds as though objects were being shredded apart, like a scene from the end of the world. Li Xingluo and Xiao Yi Xian, caught within it, watched the black storm forming ahead, their expressions changing slightly.
Li Xingluo muttered inwardly, My luck can't be this bad, can it? I actually ran into one.
As the storm clouds, seemingly capable of tearing apart everything, closed in at the fastest speed possible, the carriage creaked, and the horse let out a long neigh.
There was no time to think, nor to drive the carriage away. A pair of wings spread from Li Xingluo's back, and he took Xiao Yi Xian into the air, flying backward.
As he flew, he searched for the best shelter, but the black storm was far faster than Li Xingluo had imagined.
Ahead, a massive stone wall stood upright on the wasteland. From the corner of his eye, Li Xingluo saw the black storm chasing close behind them. The carriage was torn apart in an instant like a lone boat on the