"Hoo hoo"
Chaotic currents mixed with the Black Wind swept towards Yuan Ming, who didn't dodge in the slightest. With his head held high and chest outthrust, he let the force of the wind assault him.
He immediately felt the yin Qi of the Black Wind penetrate his body, passing through his Sea of Consciousness, directly brushing against his Divine Soul, causing even the Nascent Soul little man seated stably within his Sea of Consciousness to shiver uncontrollably.
Yuan Ming's eyebrows slightly furrowed, but he did not stop for a step and, instead, actively moved towards the sandstorm tornadoes.
His Gang Step was stable as he moved forward, following each step with a fist coiled with energy.
