The gale roared behind him—this was the Wind Martial Spirit of Elder Feng.
A natural type Martial Soul that can grant Martial Artists incredibly powerful attacking abilities.
Yet at this moment, Elder Feng did not feel at ease.
Even though he summoned a cyclone with his Martial Spirit, he could still feel the terrifying aura of the Three-pointed two-edged knife held by Ling Xiao.
That kind of aura suppressed him to the point where his entire body was unable to move.
Fear spread within him, like night gradually consuming the entire sky.
"How can this guy be so frightening!"
Beads of sweat the size of beans kept trickling down Elder Feng's forehead.
Even though the cyclone Martial Spirit had already condensed into a strong defense storm in front of him.
It still couldn't make him feel any sense of security.
His body continued to tremble, every cell fearing.
At this moment, Ling Xiao seemed not at all like a Martial Artist of the Yin-Yang Realm Twelfth Layer Hell.
