Amidst the horizon, tribulation clouds gathered, some black as ink, yet some blazed like roaring flames, others constantly changing without a fixed shape.
Bursts of biting wind swept through ceaselessly, causing the surrounding weeds and great trees to topple one after another, as if all were kneeling in homage.
Though the sun above was obscured, the surrounding area grew increasingly scorching.
Wind Fire Tribulation!
Cao Zhen, with Lan Pili, retreated five miles from the area before coming to a stop.
Above the horizon within the tribulation clouds, a fierce wind howled down, and in an instant, Cao Zhen felt as if the entire world, including his own ears, was filled with its roaring sound, so loud it seemed as if it would flip the heaven and earth.
Surrounding him, countless weeds, pebbles, even trees wide enough for three people to embrace, and hills were lifted into the air by the furious wind, forming a tornado with Jue Ying at its center.