After Ye Guolai's voice fell, there was no response.
The mysterious wind still did not stop.
The invisible wind fell on him, giving him the feeling of being cut by blades.
This sensation even made him suspect he might die a wrongful death.
"Who on earth is it? Stop playing tricks!"
Ye Guolai continued to shout, but his voice grew quieter.
This eerie wind was so strange; he was exhausting his strength trying to remain grounded.
No.
He had managed to gain a chance to turn the tables.
He couldn't give up easily!
Ye Guolai thought to himself, gritting his teeth as he took out the final treasure he had gotten from Lin Zifan.
It was an elixir.
He directly tossed it into his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed.
Originally, he wanted to wait for a good opportunity to take the elixir after bathing and burning incense, to ensure it had the best effect.
But now, thanks to the person lurking in the shadows, he was forced to use his final trump card hastily.
