Swoosh...
The Gang Wind suddenly swirled above the high mountain.
No, to be precise, it swirled around the black-robed figure sitting cross-legged on the ground.
At first, the breeze of the Gang Wind was slow and unnoticeable, but gradually it became fierce, like a tempest.
Looking more closely, the Gang Wind blew in from all directions.
The wind was thick with a sense of desolation, filling the surroundings.
That desolation might weigh heavily on one's heart or send a chill through one's soul.
But gradually, this bleakness turned into a portent of extreme danger.
It seemed as if some fierce beasts were slowly awakening from that endless desolation.
The Gang Wind of the Eight Desolates ferociously swept in, then encircled the black-robed figure.
Yet the black-robed figure seemed unaware, still sitting cross-legged with eyes tightly shut.
However, around him, lines of array patterns continuously emerged.
