A dust storm was billowing, and the crushed rocks littering the ground were blown around by the raging winds.
Intense true energy fluctuations emanated from the Nangong Family's courtyard. This fueled the already raging winds, causing them to move so fast that anyone caught within would feel a sharp stabbing pain as they blew past one's face.
The ground was riddled with potholes and crushed rocks.
Nangong Wuque had two chains swaying behind him, which emitted a powerful aura. He was gasping for breath as his scarlet hair fluttered in the wind, looking like a blazing flame.
He strode forward slowly, stepping on the small rocks in his way, and this caused crunching noises to resound with every step he took.
Nangong Xuanhu lay strewn in a depression in the ground not far. His aura was extremely weak, and he was looking at the sky with a blank expression on his face.
