As black smoke steeped in terrifying portent spread, currents of wind calamity power rolled outward like a demonic miasma. The black storm shifted incessantly through countless shapes in the air, now dragon, now serpent, yet never seemed to take tangible form. It was merely blade after invisible steel blade, laden with bone-piercing cold, scouring ceaselessly across the earth.
Shearing mountains flat and leveling seas!
This was the terrifying spectacle Fang Qianyuan had witnessed that day.
When Fang Qianyuan visualized the wind calamity and unleashed the black wind true meaning contained within his own spiritual will, black whirlwinds immediately rose for miles around, recreating the scene from that day.
Amid the frenzied dance of black dragons, the already gloomy sky grew darker still, presenting a vision of the world's end.
Within this terrifying storm, the power of Wind Blade Frost Sword spread with it, swiftly surpassing its limit of several hundred zhang and reaching toward a thousand.
Almost nowhere in the entire valley escaped its reach.
A storm of this scale naturally could not compare to a true wind calamity, which could easily cover nearly a thousand miles. Yet with the reinforcement of black wind true meaning, the nature of its power was not inferior in the slightest.
Rumble!
Savage winds raged and ice power spread. A black tornado that appeared out of thin air knocked down the old buildings within the valley in one stroke.
A sound like the roar of a colossal beast came from the wind. The buildings collapsed like structures made of toy blocks, then were immediately swept up, shredded, and reduced to powder.
Soon, great swathes of vegetation were swept up as well, then sliced to pieces within the freezing wind.
Even the void itself began to undergo strange distortions.
By itself, even the strongest wind