Not only did the windstorm force back the Noble, but it also swept through Sky Mountain and the void. Light flowed through many strong cultivators. They had to shield themselves with their hands but still let out grunts, faces paling. Those above the Noble Plane all retreated. From the Barren State camp, dragons roared and the Golden Raven screamed. The boundless sky shook.
After a long while, the bell faded, sweeping towards the west of the Eastern Barren Territory. Echoes sounded below the mountain.
Everyone looked up at Ye Futian. He stood proudly in the air, looking down at everyone. They all understood now that Ye Futian controlled the bell, just like the bell at the foot of the mountain last year. He truly controlled the will of Sky Mountain.
The Noble from the Sacred Fire Sect lowered his head and arched his back. Then his head rose slowly, looking at Ye Futian with a horrible expression. That one utterance had forced him back.
