Li Fan followed the direction of the sound and saw a cultivator standing at the center of Nixiu State's Great Vortex, endowed with lithe but muscular physique, his upper body bare, roaring at the heavens.
Adjacent to him, numerous mini tornadoes spun, in the middle of the whirlwind, it was pitch black, resembling as if the very fabric of space itself was ripped apart.
The brawny man swayed in the wind. The tiny tornadoes materialized and vanished with his every movement.
Li Fan, though far from the center of the Great Vortex, was already feeling raw pain from the surrounding Gang Wind. Yet the muscular man in the heart of the vortex did nothing to defend himself. He just allowed the raging wind to batter his body, producing a crisp metallic clash.
"He is…"
Li Fan squinted his eyes.
This was their first meeting in this world, but in his previous life, Li Fan had crossed paths with him before.
