The scene shifts.
The wind roared fiercely, stirring up massive waves. A faint glowing shield protected the island, trembling against the relentless pounding of the giant waves. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth was also in chaos, like a wild beast running amok. The wind, endless and boundless, seemed to come from nowhere, raging between the sky and the ocean. This was just an ordinary storm scene in the Congyun Sea.
Amidst the howling hurricane, Zhang Haobo was like a floating leaf, rising and falling with the wind. Zhang Haobo had no spiritual energy left. Yet, from a higher perspective, Li Fan vaguely saw a unique rhythm of spiritual energy emerging from him, as if he was imitating the omnipresent "wind" of the world.