The once quiet Beishan was now howling with a violent storm.
The stone steps halfway up the mountain were completely shredded.
A massive tornado surged skyward.
The stone statues that were just approaching were blown into the sky as well.
Moreover, the storm kept spreading outward.
The power in the central area was terrifyingly immeasurable.
It was Lin Fan's first encounter with something so fearsome.
Standing there, he could not guess what was at the core of the hurricane.
"Squeak!"
In the midst of the storm, the modified vehicle suddenly made a beautiful drift and stopped next to Lin Fan.
"Why haven't you left yet?"
Lin Fan shouted anxiously as he stood in the wind.
These forces were simply crushing, and if they did not leave soon, they too would be blown away.
"You haven't taken what your master asked me to give you!"
The car window rolled down, and Xu Zhi Rou from the backseat handed out a large sword.
Forged from mixed iron, it was heavy in hand.
"And this!"
