The opening of the dark cave was as tall as a person and sat on the mountainside of a high peak. Strong winds blew in and out, and the ground in front of the cave was barren, devoid of life.
This place was like the breathing hole of a mountain range. It spat out clouds and storms, and its voice was shrill and sharp.
The two of them stood in front of the hole, their clothes and hair fluttering in the wind. The strong wind made them almost unable to open their eyes.
Roman raised his hand to shade his eyes and spoke loudly, his words tearing up in the wind.
"This is it. This is a wind vent. Inside is a complicated karst cave. I've already sensed it. The nature spirit is inside!"
"I might have sensed it too!"
Zhou Jing replied loudly. He grabbed the eagle's claws with one hand as if he was flying a kite, preventing it from being blown up. With his other hand, he held the dog's neck to prevent it from turning into a rolling gourd.