Cultivating Clan: I Am the Guardian Spirit Stone

Woo—

Woo—

Across the endless Gobi, the yellow wind suddenly whipped up, swallowing the Eastern Wilderness troops in its roaring fury.

Ordinary soldiers shattered into fragments before they could utter wails.

The remaining cultivators fared no better.

“Ah!! My hand!!”

“I can’t feel my legs!”

As Yang Lingrui’s yellow wind projection swept through, the Eastern Wilderness accompanying cultivators fell victim one by one, their bodies crumbling like rotten wood.

“Serpent crossbows! Now!”