Originally, on the battlefield, inside the trench opened by the Golden Spirit Sword.
Mud and sand churned as gusts of strong winds blew from all directions, eventually all converging into the trench.
"Not good! We're going to be sucked in!"
"Run quickly!"
"Damn! I don't want to die yet!"
"I want to go home! I don't want to be sucked in!"
"What on earth is that! Why can't I increase my Inner Energy!"
"What's happening, why can't I move!"
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As the pulling force in the trench intensified, the people around exploded like ants on a hot pan.
Martial Artists who had not suffered many hardships had tears streaming from their eyes.
Xia Liu, who was closest to the trench, had no chance to think or even escape.
When the suction strengthened again, he was the first to be sucked in by the strong wind.
After Xia Liu was sucked in, the surrounding Martial Artists panicked.
But they no longer had the ability to run, all being carried straight to the vortex's center by the strong wind.
