"You have already lost!"
Upon hearing the Daoist Wuyai's words, Yun Hao's voice echoed from mid-air.
Yun Hao's words were light, yet they clearly entered the ears of Daoist Wuyai, as well as Shangguan Ming'Er and Leng Feifei nearby.
You've lost?
What do you mean?
Could it be that Daoist Wuyai is going to be blown away with this storm, his soul scattered?
"I've lost? Ridiculous! Do you really think I'll be blown away and my soul dispersed by this Soul-devouring Wind?"
Daoist Wuyai snorted coldly, as if he'd heard a laughable joke, and stretched out his large hand, revealing a battle halberd nearly two meters long!
At the same time, Daoist Wuyai held the halberd with both hands and thrust it fiercely into the ground!
Thud!
The halberd pierced the ground, and a golden-yellow defense barrier appeared around Daoist Wuyai.
The Soul-devouring Wind continued to howl and batter Daoist Wuyai, but it was completely blocked by the golden-yellow barrier.
