The thunderstorm came quickly and left just as fast.
The wind disaster had yet to subside, but the storm had already passed and the sky was clear.
Ji Wen looked around carefully before confirming the thunderstorm was finally over. He silently estimated how long the wind disaster had lasted.
He waited for about three minutes before moving closer.
A long, white bone, the length of his forearm, lay on the ground. A look of delight crossed his face.
'I can't believe it's a bone-type wind material. This is a rare find.' He then moved closer, reaching down to pick it up.
However, just as he bent down, he heard the faint sound of wind.
The wind disaster warned him—danger was approaching.
'Don't tell me the storm isn't...' The thought surfaced in his mind.
But before he could finish the thought, Ji Wen's vision suddenly went black.
He had been struck violently on the back of the head, and he lost consciousness.
