Suddenly!
The sky that was clear and cloudless suddenly became overcast with dark clouds.
Wherever they came from, the dark mass of clouds covered the sky and blocked out the sun.
The wind roared!
Whoosh, whoosh!
Whirl, whirl, whirl!
The north wind howled, and dirt and stones flew.
The fierce wind blew directly towards Lin Fan and the others, pouring into the house all at once.
Mo Ningxiang and Diwu Yun'er were blown unsteady, unable to open their eyes, shielding their faces with their elbows, their expressions panicked.
Lin Fan's eye twitched slightly.
"Come behind me."
The two struggled against the wind, hiding behind Lin Fan.
Lin Fan stood strong and mighty, like a wall, blocking the wind and sand.
This old guy isn't easy to deal with... he thought.
Wind Yexuan's death had aroused all his aura; if he charged in such a state, he couldn't withstand it at all.
After all, the gap between him and Feng Qingshui was even larger than that between him and Mo Yunsheng.
