Fierce winds erupted from the direction of the ancient ruins.
In no time at all, they swept through several miles around.
Where Duan Heng and his group were located, the sky was already filled with falling leaves.
The line of people also utilized the power of the Great Dao surrounding their bodies.
Only Duan Heng was disheveled by the gusts, his clothes flapping noisily.
The few around him couldn't help but feel a sense of contempt upon seeing this scene.
At that moment, Duan Heng seemed like nothing more than a weakling who had just stepped onto the path of cultivation.
Sensing the barely perceptible gazes around him, a subtle smile curled the weak-looking Duan Heng's lips marginally upward.
However, his wildly whipping hair meant no one noticed this.
A mere group of soon-to-be-dead, why care about their opinions?
Within minutes, the location of the ruins began to emit a continuous rumble, accompanied by the aftershocks of powerful collisions.
