On a stormy night, the Red Barbarian cannon was inconvenient to move, so the best strategy was to rest in place.
Chen Shi walked through the wind that howled like cattle, thundering in his ears. It was pitch-black in the wind, making it hard to tell directions, and from time to time huge boulders, driven by the wind, flew towards him, weighing more than ten thousand pounds.
He leaned on the Hua Gai as he moved, occasionally bursting forth a stream of light, shattering the giant boulders that came crashing down.
A small temple floated behind his head, illuminating the surroundings, with his own Qi-Blood condensing a Wind Stabilizing Talisman above his head. Wherever he passed, the hurricane ceased, allowing space enough to accommodate a fathom for him to take shelter.
