Woo—
Woo—
Across the vast Gobi, a yellow wind abruptly rose. Howling and raging, it swallowed the Eastern Wilderness force whole.
The mortal soldiers did not even have time to cry out before they were ground into scraps scattered across the earth.
The few remaining cultivators were no better off.
"Ah!! My hand!!"
"I can't feel my leg!"
Faced with the manifested yellow wind Yang Lingrui had summoned, the several cultivators accompanying the Eastern Wilderness army were struck one after another, their bodies beginning to erode and shatter in places.
"Serpent Crossbows! Deploy the Serpent Crossbows!"
The Perfected Cultivator leading the Eastern Wilderness group shouted, and dozens of serpent-shaped sword shadows immediately shot over from behind.
Yet under the fierce battering and corrosive power of the yellow wind, most of those serpent-shaped arrows veered off course.
Even the rare few that broke through the yellow wind's obstruction were already covered in rust, crumbling at the slightest touch.
Moreover, as the yellow wind spread, it blanketed them all before the Serpent Crossbows could be reloaded for a second volley.
Seeing that neither the Serpent Crossbows nor the Human Lightning had any effect, despair gradually filled the Eastern Wilderness leader's eyes.
He could still rely on his cultivation to withstand the yellow wind for now, but this bizarre manifestation could even corrode spiritual power along with everything else.
The spiritual power he had summoned to protect his body hissed within the yellow wind. Combined with the wails of the cultivators beneath his command ringing in his ears, his state of mind had already reached the brink of collapse.
If he could not find a way out, before long, he too would become a handful of yellow earth like those mortal soldiers.
"Fellow Daoists, save me!"
He cried out in despair, hoping for