However, the laughter of the Wind Eagle Immortal Emperor abruptly stopped.
His eyes widened, his mouth agape, revealing an expression of terror as if he had witnessed something horrifying.
"Wind Eagle Immortal Emperor, do you think a broken fan could take my life?"
Fang Bai's clear voice resonated through the fierce whirlwind, echoing in the dark void.
Soon after, his figure appeared against the wind, within the Wind Eagle Immortal Emperor's sight.
He held a treasured cauldron in his left hand, walking through the void, stepping towards the Wind Eagle Immortal Emperor against the fierce winds.
The Wind Eagle Immortal Emperor's gaze fell upon the treasured cauldron, realizing its connection to resisting the fierce winds.
The cauldron stood about three feet high, with an ancient and worn appearance, even bearing spots of rust.
At first glance, it seemed ordinary, not even qualifying as an Immortal Artifact.
