The closer to the center of the storm, the more terrifying the power of heaven and earth could be felt.
It was now the early morning, with the sunrise revealing a corner, the sky bright as day, but as Wu De advanced a few dozen feet forward with Fang Bai, he felt the world around him growing darker, and the wind essence qi became increasingly violent and aggressive, the destructive force doubling the pressure on him.
Though Wu De had already formed a defense qi shield, his clothes were slashed with cuts from the howling, knife-like fierce winds, revealing pieces of white flabby flesh beneath, and his hair was a disheveled mess, looking like a chicken coop, comically wretched and laughable.
Moreover, the sand and stones swept up by the storm posed a huge threat to Wu De, forcing him to divide his attention in order to guard against the high-speed flying debris.
