Cultivating Clan: I Am the Guardian Spirit Stone

The air was filled with piercing screams of despair, mingling with the yellow wind’s devouring howls, echoing around the four.

They channeled spiritual power into their eyes and released their divine awareness, barely glimpsing three figures battling desperately within the yellow wind.

As time dragged on, the cries faded, and the beams of light around the figures dimmed.

Eventually, even their shadows dissolved like wind-scattered sand.

Now, only the yellow wind’s mournful wails lingered in their ears.

Zhang Wutai trembled uncontrollably, his last shred of fighting resolve crumbling.

Those three accompanying cultivators had been stronger than him.

Yet under the yellow wind, they could only struggle helplessly before being devoured.

“The yellow wind demon… Is this Tiger-Chasing’s yellow wind demon?”