Within the Secret Realm.
Whoosh...
Unbeknownst to when it started, the Kuang Feng roared, and the violent storm raised massive sand whirlwinds one after another.
Xiao Yi's eyes slightly changed; he had initially not feared the surrounding sand serpents.
But now, these chaotic winds stirred his suspicion.
The yellow sand here—he had picked it up before—its weight was astounding.
A single grain was as heavy as a boulder.
A small handful felt like a towering mountain.
These winds were capable of raising terrifying sand whirlwinds that soared thousands of zhang high.
Xiao Yi's steps even began to slightly float, unable to stand firm.
With his current Cultivation and the strength he possessed, how could he not stand steady before a mere whirlwind?
If word got out, it would surely be a joke.
A mere Mad Dragon whirlwind should pose no threat to a Martial Artist with high Cultivation.
Yet now, such was the reality.
"Suppress." Xiao Yi uttered a low command.
