Even they, as Martial Vaults, are struggling to withstand it with their Primordial Spirit Dharma Forms.
The eye of the storm was right before them. At this crucial moment, they had to hold on. All three could only grit their teeth, using the bottom-of-the-box Secret Techniques unique to each, fiercely pushing the power of their Dharma Forms, their faces twisted in strain.
Among them, Jin Yushan shouted against the shrieking wind between heaven and earth,
"Brother Chen!"
"The wind has suddenly changed; it can harm the Primordial Spirit. We can hold on for just five more breaths!"
At this moment, Old Man Dong of the Dragon Breeding Clan, leading the charge, seemed relatively relaxed atop his Luck Gourd. But suddenly sensing something, his eyes flashed with suspicion towards the direction of the storm eye, and he called out to Chen Yuan, who was busy frantically suppressing the large ship,
"Chen, swiftly use your third eye to illuminate the way. I feel something approaching."
