The things that were blown away gathered together, transforming into a blood-red river, descending from the sky, and rushing towards the squad of Lost Souls led by Wen Yan.
All the Lost Souls had no reaction to those things, but the things resembling blood-red pollen slightly shifted, then all charged at Wen Yan.
Uncle Ming made a swift move, instantly appearing in front of Wen Yan. This time, instead of exhaling, he clasped his hands together and grabbed casually, causing his Power to condense into the shape of a long spear.
Uncle Ming wielded the spear and shouted deeply.
"Wind! Great Wind!"
A loud shout reverberated, creating momentum, gathering force into wind, and the yin wind rose from the ground, like the howl of countless Lost Souls, roaring upwards.
The things resembling blood-red pollen, when blown through by the yin wind corpse energy, fell rapidly in large swathes.
Some had yet to land before they transformed into black-gray ashes.
