Piercing screams and desperate wails came one after another, mingling with the soul-devouring howls of the Yellow Wind and echoing beside the ears of the four men.
Gathering spiritual power into their eyes and releasing their divine sense, they could vaguely make out three figures struggling desperately within the Yellow Wind.
Yet as time passed, the cries gradually faded, and the dharma light around those three figures slowly dimmed as well.
In the end, even the figures themselves vanished like sand scattered by the wind, extinguished into nothingness.
Now, all they could hear was the mournful "woo-woo" howl of the Yellow Wind.
At the sight, Zhang Wutai's body began to tremble uncontrollably.
The thought of making a last stand with his back to the river, which had still lingered in his heart, completely vanished at that moment.
Those three cultivators accompanying the army were each stronger than he was.
Yet beneath this Yellow Wind, they had not the slightest ability to fight back. They could only struggle uselessly and watch helplessly as the Yellow Wind devoured them completely.
"Yellow Wind Evil Ghost... is this Tiger Chasing's Yellow Wind Evil Ghost?"
His eyes were filled with shock as he muttered to himself.
When he came back to his senses, he saw that after wiping out the officers and soldiers stationed below, the Yellow Wind had begun drifting slowly along the mountainside toward Flying Eagle Manor.
The three people beside him were already so horrified that they did not know what to do, but the last trace of clarity in Zhang Wutai's mind made him realize something.
If they intended to slaughter the entire manor, then the troops below the mountain should have pressed in together by now!
Yet the troops below had not moved, while this man had climbed the mountain