"Do we charge?"
Feeling the force of the storm's eye behind them, Xuan Yan roared at Song Wanning.
Spatial storms were incredibly dangerous. What's more, they had no idea what lay on the other side.
This was a massive gamble.
But Song Wanning didn't hesitate for a second. "Charge!"
The word had barely left her lips before she was already charging toward the eye of the storm behind them.
Seeing this, a crazed glint appeared in Xuan Yan's eyes as he followed Song Wanning into the storm.
Inside the eye of the storm, astral winds raged, lashing at them and causing immense pain.
They dodged and weaved, but it was impossible to avoid them all. Soon, their bodies were covered in cuts.
A chunk of flesh was sheared clean off Song Wanning's calf, the pain making her suck in a sharp breath.
Astral winds were everywhere. They were practically being swept deeper into the storm.
