The suction force grew more and more intense, as if it wanted to suck something out of his body.
The surroundings were still filled with flying sand and moving stones, a fierce wind blowing.
Feng Yueya saw this change, muttered "Not good", and pushed Yun Shangyuan along the strong wind toward them.
His sword emitted a wide range of green Spiritual Power, Feng Yueya's figure had not yet landed, and he launched a sequence of Crescent Moon Swordsmanship toward that man.
"Courting death!" The man let out a hoarse growl, raising one hand, and his powerful Black Spiritual Power easily dissolved Feng Yueya's Swordsmanship.
At the same time, he struck out with a palm from afar, harshly hitting toward Feng Yueya.
Yun Shangyuan held Feng Yueya's waist and spun rapidly in the air, evading that man's attack.
"Yuan, stop him quickly!" Feng Yueya yelled anxiously, her body ready to rush forward again.
