After changing directions several times, they still couldn't find another path.
It was as if the storm was designed for them, to force them into this small city.
Ethan Smith tentatively stretched out his arm, and within moments, his arm felt a tingling numbness.
The arm he pulled back from the howling wind bore a deep, bone-revealing wound, and Ethan frowned as he spoke.
"I want to test whether I can break through this storm, what do you all plan to do."
Ethan said coldly, the sense of overwhelming power from the soul entity was truly unmatched.
Moreover, this storm seemed intended to drive them towards the castle.
All these feelings were too coincidental, and Ethan felt this wasn't a good sign.
"We're entering the city, you've done enough for us, don't worry about us, Ethan big brother, be careful!"
With a resolute expression, West Hill directly headed towards the ancient city.
"Thank you, Ethan big brother, for taking care of us!"
