Li Yan said no more. He then took Gong Chenying and sank downward, while becoming doubly cautious within his heart.
In an instant, the two had descended several dozen zhang. A series of dazzling flashes erupted from the spiritual power barrier around Li Yan.
Thud thud thud... Clang clang clang... Ding ding ding... Bang bang bang...
All manner of sounds rang out without end. They had entered a region of wildly churning wind pillars. Those wind pillars crashed, swept, sliced, and pierced...
Yet Li Yan was like a ten-thousand-jin boulder, descending straight down amid flashing light, utterly unaffected.
"The yin winds here are somewhat strange. They seem to contain the aura of yin ghosts!"
As he descended in a straight line, Li Yan continuously felt the forces coming from outside. His expression gradually grew solemn.
Although the wind pillars here came in all shapes and sizes, each contained an extreme chill. They had not fallen for long before the wind pillars around them began attacking with greater and greater ferocity.
If that were all, it would have been fine. But Li Yan could already feel the frigid cold within the winds growing stronger and stronger, even fiercer than the strange chill on the giant sword formed by the Snow Mosquito Clan.
Within those winds, Li Yan even sensed a peculiar yin aura.
Back when he was still on the Lost Continent, he had dealt with genuine ghosts and spent time in the ancient tomb complex of the Feng family. He was somewhat familiar with this aura. It was the aura possessed only by ghost souls and yin spirits.
Gong Chenying was protected within Li Yan's spiritual power barrier and thus could not sense these things. While remaining alert to the changes around them, Li Yan whispered into her ear, his