WHOOSH!
WHOOSH!
WHOOSH!
The pale cyan Gang Wind howled and spun!
The Gas Wall blotted out the sky, threatening to swallow heaven and devour earth!
An incredibly intense pressure assaulted the senses!
Aboard the United Fleet, many cultivators turned pale at the sight.
It was awe!
Awe for the immense power of the world itself!
There are no atheists in foxholes.
By the same token, the same could be said for sailors.
Anyone who witnessed such a meteorological disaster firsthand would feel a profound sense of helplessness.
What's more...
With their heightened senses, the cultivators could perceive the incalculable amount of violent Spiritual Qi contained within the Wind Disaster Gas Wall.
It was a destructive force!
At this moment, the seemingly gentle natural world had bared its ferocious fangs without restraint!
And at that moment...
Right in front of the Gas Wall!
Su Ye stood against the wind, his luxurious black robe whipping in the gale.
