Soul Losing Canyon.
Every now and then, the Demonic Vigorous Wind would strike from the end, and since the path was narrow, there was no escape; one could only endure it with sheer power.
What was most deadly was that as one ventured deeper, not only did the power of the Demonic Vigorous Wind dramatically increase, but its frequency did as well.
Within the first five kilometers, a Demonic Vigorous Wind would appear five times per one-thousandth of a breath.
From five to eight kilometers deep, there would be ten occurrences of Demonic Vigorous Wind per one-thousandth of a breath.
And from eight to ten kilometers deep, the number soared to a staggering twenty times.
Bang!
The Cleansing Evil Sword almost flew out of his hand; Shi Xiaole's palm was bleeding. He swiftly retreated back within the five-kilometer mark. He dared not venture deeper recklessly, for any injury would only delay him further.
