"Yellow Wind Covers the Sky."
"Black Wind Avoids the World."
As the words fell, twin winds suddenly rose!
In the span of a single breath, Lang Wuhen was engulfed within a pitch-black, lightless domain.
Whooo—
Whooo—
Within this domain, he could not see a single object. Even when he released his divine sense to probe, he found nothing. Only the wind, like the whispers of Death, continually scraped past his ears.
Had his mind not remained clear, Lang Wuhen might even have believed that he had fallen into some hidden realm.
"No mistake. I checked his cultivation earlier—he was only at the eleventh level!"
With a thought, Lang Wuhen summoned his Bright Moon Manifestation into the sky. Under the moonlight, he was able to see a patch of the area around him.
"Stop playing gods and ghosts before me! Clear Radiance Chasing Moon!"
He used the same technique Yu Tingzhi had used on the day of the grand competition.
Yet this time, the dazzling grayish-white radiance had barely blossomed before the ravenous yellow wind swarmed over it and swallowed it whole in an instant.
"Crunch... crunch..."
The next moment, scalp-numbing sounds of gnawing and chewing rang out in Lang Wuhen's mind.
He then discovered in shock that the ribbons of moonlight still lingering around him, along with the spiritual power he had released beyond his body, would be eroded away completely in an extremely short time!
Once the spell-light had fully gone out, that bizarre yellow wind still seemed far from satisfied. It began greedily crawling toward the bright moon.
Lang Wuhen flew into a rage at the sight, but before he could make any move, a life-reaping voice sounded once more.
"Severance!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Ahhhh!!!"
A continuous series of explosions mingled with Lang Wuhen's agonized screams, echoing without