In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, fireworks filled the sky, and billowing thick smoke resembled a black dragon soaring towards the sky. At the same time, a strange divine wind howled, the wind's sound was mournful, as if ghosts were crying and wolves were howling. Wherever this divine wind passed, sand and stones flew, trees were uprooted, and boulders were shattered, its power was astonishing, sweeping everything before it.
Before the divine wind could approach, the immortals already felt their Primordial Spirit becoming groggy, an inexplicable heat burst forth from the depths of their minds, accumulating within them, causing immense discomfort. Many Yin Dynasty warriors were directly blown to the ground by the divine wind, rolling in pain, letting out waves of miserable cries.
