The wind and sand in the distance concealed the sky and blotted out the sun, and the wind that was stirred up was not wind—it was endless killing intent.
Such formidable killing intent, not to mention the people inside the inn had never seen before, even Lin Hao himself had not.
The killing intent howled, the sand flew and the stones rolled, as if the world was ending. Already close, standing at the entrance of the inn, the killing intent almost made it impossible to keep his eyes open.
And that Half-step Emperor actually saw in the surging wind and sand, a cluster of crimson, like the light of a lantern, flickering in the sky.
It was as if the eyes of a fierce beast were searching for food amidst the violent storm.
Terrifying, too terrifying.
Just when the Half-step Emperor was about to step out of the inn and saw such a scene, he was almost scared out of his wits, his legs went soft, and he knelt on the ground.
