"Go!"
The figure in the bamboo hat had appeared strangely, but the tall, sturdy Male Cultivator had no time to think. He formed a hand seal with one hand and pointed at the mysteriously appeared Lin Changheng in the distance, sending the yellow cloth bag flying through the air.
"WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!"
This yellow bag was clearly no ordinary Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact. As it flew, its body undulated and pulsed, spewing out fine yellow sand.
Within two breaths, the area within a five-zhang radius was filled with yellow dust, and a sandstorm rolled forth. The air became thick with the heavy, earthy smell of soil as it swept toward Lin Changheng.
As it drew closer, Lin Changheng felt his eyes sting and his breathing become difficult, as if sand was grinding in his eyes and pouring into his nose.
It was incredibly uncomfortable.
He reacted almost instantaneously!
With a flick of his fingers, he sent three Middle Grade Talismans flying.
"BUZZ! BUZZ!"
