The wind howled, its fierce gusts thundering.
White mist surged past the Little Cang Realm at tremendous speed, rumbling like a tide of beasts running with all their might.
Wang Ba had no time to think further. With his back against the enormous pitch-black rock, he used the Wind-Driving Staff to regain control over a portion of the surrounding wind and swiftly raised a protective barrier around the Little Cang Realm.
The Little Cang Realm quickly stabilized.
The Wu Ape King also scanned their surroundings warily.
Seeing that the Little Cang Realm was secure, Wang Ba finally swept both his gaze and Divine Sense toward the huge rock.
White mist stretched everywhere. Where could he possibly see the figure of the person who had just intervened?
Yet at that moment, he suddenly heard a woman's slightly surprised voice coming from within the enormous suspended rock concealed in the white mist:
"The Little Cang Realm?"
Hearing that woman's voice, Wang Ba abruptly shuddered, and a trace of disbelief flashed through his eyes!
"This... the language of Zhongsheng Continent?!"
How could someone in this Wind Disaster region, untold tens of thousands of miles away, recognize the Little Cang Realm and even speak the language of Zhongsheng Continent?!
These startled doubts had only just arisen when, the next instant, he felt a terrifying, irresistible suction descend upon him!
The suction came so suddenly that, even as he tried to wield the surrounding wind with the Wind-Driving Staff to resist it, he was instantly seized by its seamless, all-pervading pull.
Even the Five Elements portion of the Xuanhuang Dao Domain circulating around him was dissolved in an instant.
The terrifying suction pierced straight through the damaged Xuanhuang Dao Domain, seized Wang Ba, and pulled him toward the enormous pitch-black rock.
"It's Yuan Magnetism!"
Wang