Li Yan swept his sleeve, and the dark glow around him abruptly swelled, surging without cease.
Bang bang bang...
A succession of heavy impacts rang out. The spiritual-light shield around Li Yan swayed, its dark glow flickering between brightness and dimness.
Yet Li Yan did not move, merely standing where he was. Then, he actually closed his eyes.
After continuing for nearly fifty breaths, the razor-sharp gale suddenly vanished again without warning.
After being deflected by the dark glow around Li Yan, the continuously flying fragments of meteorites once more became objects drifting slowly.
The shifts between stillness and motion in this space were exceedingly strange. In an instant, those meteorites seemed to lose all weight again, floating like patches of cloud.
"Though these meteorites are only about the size of a head, each one carries the power of a full-force strike from a late Golden Core Realm cultivator. But the deadly thing is that gale. Any cultivator below the Nascent Soul Realm will die the moment they touch it..."
Li Yan carefully considered the attacks from the past fifty breaths while silently comparing them to the relatively stable turbulent space described by his sect. The strength of the gales there was not much different from what he had encountered here.
This meant that the space here was likewise relatively stable. The Wei family's markings had been quite accurate.
The gales in turbulent space were the most common deadly threat. A mere brush could melt bone and dissolve blood. Even Nascent Soul cultivators could resist them, but not for long.
Once their spiritual power was exhausted, even a Nascent Soul cultivator's physical body could not endure for long.
Fortunately, the gales in turbulent space did not blow constantly, but came intermittently. Only then did cultivators who entered have the chance