Fierce and wild winds gushed out from those holes, drawing out the air from the chamber like vortices and causing the atmospheric pressure in other areas to drop.
Within them, one could vaguely discern pale white Qi Blades.
It was the Heaven and Earth Gang Wind, which should only exist at high altitudes.
The Gang Wind could not only erode sturdy metal but also weaken the strength of Cultivators. It prevented them, including Body Refining Martial Artists, from exerting their full capabilities.
No wonder Jiao Cheng's men had fallen mysteriously ill with high-altitude cerebral edema; no wonder Jiao Cheng's own leg injury was so peculiar.
Li Ang pursed his lips slightly, his gaze drawn to the script carved deep into the dome of the hall—
"An Immortal touched my head, bestowing upon me hair knotted, to accept everlasting life.
Bones pile into hills, yet what sin have the common people committed?"
A poem by Li Taibai?
