Wind, gale, tempest!
Within the deep valley, there were no signs of life, only wind omnipresent.
In the midst of it, Zhang Yuan felt as if he was facing a highly skilled swordsman.
The howling gale, like invisible Sword Qi, stabbed at him from various angles.
Impossible to evade!
He looked up, not seeing the blue sky or white clouds; the peaks on both sides were polished smooth as if ground down, even the jutting rocks were exceptionally sleek and rounded.
Yet if observed closely, one could see wind erosion marks on the rock surfaces, as if carved by knife and axe.
In such an environment, not even the sturdiest wild grass could survive.
Relying on the protection of his Primordial Armor, Zhang Yuan braced himself against the gale, proceeding step by step.
No one knew how deep or long Storm Valley was, and not even those three mighty figures who entered and emerged unscathed could fully explore this gorge.
