"What… the hell?" Stanford's body was completely paralyzed.
"That… That's a middle-phase Ethereal Cultivation super elite! His combat power has already reached 230,000! We are being subdued by the force of nature that he is channeling to us" said one of the mutants.
"Ethereal Cultivation?!" Stanford gulped. The fear in his eyes was glaringly obvious.
If one paid close attention, it was not hard to find out that Yin Wuqiu's Wind Ethereal Force was flooding the area. It crushed upon his enemies like a huge mountain. This was why Ethereal Cultivation was so different from all the other cultivations. It allowed the person to borrow the force of nature to defeat their enemies.
The S-class elites' combat power amounted to only 90,000. They could not resist his strength at all.
Their knees had buckled and exploded under the pressure. Even if they did not die from it, they would have to live the rest of their lives as a handicap.
