Kapitel 1967: Noticed

Swoosh!

Braydon Neal lifted his head, gazing toward the east.

Dust and dirt whirled into a hurricane, sweeping across the entire ruins.

The pressure was suffocating, making it hard for Braydon to breathe.

The wind carried an incredibly violent power.

This chaotic force of transcendence came from the remnants left behind by hundreds of thousands of transcendents who perished when this place was destroyed. 

It hadn't dissipated and had instead fused to form this gale.

Such intense astral winds of transcendence would spell certain death for even a level nine transcendent expert if caught in it.

Complete annihilation would be inevitable.

Scanning the area, Braydon's eyes lit up as he spotted a well-preserved, three-story courtyard. "Let's go!" he exclaimed.

He rushed into the courtyard, securing the doors and windows.

Outside, the sandstorm raged on.