"What was that?"
On the high platform of the Daoist grounds, Jiang Yi suddenly sensed something in the midst of her cultivation and immediately looked up toward the world beyond the boundary.
Then, at the far end of her vision, she saw a patch of white spreading toward the Little Cang Realm.
It was too far away. All she could see was the white mass constantly writhing and rapidly growing.
In just a few breaths, the patch of white, originally no larger than a fingernail in her sight, swiftly became a cloudlike haze. Amid the dark void of the Boundary Sea, it possessed a peculiar beauty...
"I have to find Wang Ba at once!"
Jiang Yi's expression was grave. To her, this suddenly appearing white cloud held no beauty whatsoever. Instead, she had the illusion of a shadow sweeping toward them, and the conjecture Wang Ba had voiced earlier immediately sprang to mind.
But before she could speak, a figure had already appeared not far beside her.
He wore blue robes, and a lustrous Jade Staff slowly rose and fell at his side.
It was Wang Ba.
His expression was equally grave as he said in a low voice:
"Have everyone prepare their defenses!"
With that, watching the white cloud rapidly expand in his sight, he dared not pause for even an instant and activated the Wind-Driving Staff.
The next moment, the surging wind supporting the Little Cang Realm slowly lowered it back onto Fanming's back.
Fanming, who had been resting, abruptly opened its eyes.
Its wings quivered slightly. Its gaze likewise noticed the "white cloud" sweeping toward them ahead, and a trace of wariness soon appeared in its eyes.
Though fierce and hot-tempered, it was not stupid. Anything capable of appearing in this wind disaster region at a time