"Go!"
The figure in the bamboo hat had appeared eerily, but the tall, burly cultivator had no time to think. He formed a hand seal with one hand, then pointed at Lin Changheng, who had mysteriously appeared in the distance. A yellow cloth bag flew through the air.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The yellow cloth bag was clearly no ordinary mid-grade magic artifact. As it flew, its body continually heaved and bulged, spraying fine yellow sand.
In less than two breaths, yellow dust filled a fifteen-meter radius. Wind and sand churned, carrying a heavy earthy stench as they swept toward Lin Changheng.
As it drew a little closer, Lin Changheng felt his eyes ache and his breathing grow labored, as though yellow sand were grinding against his eyes and pouring into his nose.
It was deeply uncomfortable.
He reacted almost at the same instant!
With a flick of his fingers, he sent out three mid-grade talismans.
"Hum! Hum!"
A mid-grade [Golden Light Talisman] immediately settled onto him, spreading a curtain of golden light that enclosed him on every side in a tight defense.
The other two were mid-grade [Cold Wind Talismans], sent straight toward the rolling yellow sand.
They burst midway.
Two masses of piercing, bone-chilling wind formed on the spot, merged into one, and rushed toward the yellow sand with a whoosh.
"Crack, crack, crack..."
The wind was bitterly cold, freezing the leading portion of the oncoming yellow sand and temporarily slowing its advance.
"Hmph! A mantis raising its arms against a chariot!"
Watching from behind, the tall, burly cultivator burned with envy. He recognized every talisman flying out as mid-grade-no, they were glittering spirit stones!
Four had been used in that brief span!
Yet instead of alarm, he felt delight. He believed he had stumbled upon a fat sheep