Inheritance, Wind Slaying Art

It was already the fifty-sixth time.

Since their arrival some days back, they had found themselves bombarded by concurrent attacks hidden in the wind currents coming from the opposite direction, sharp and deadly. Unfortunately, they could not use their qi in this place! Even worse, there was a yellowish mist permeating the region that greatly hindered their visions, leaving them unable to observe tell-tale trails with their eyes. 

Jian Wei cleaved his blade forward, trying to clear a visible path through the thick fog. Such a strike with qi infused in it would literally clear any fog, however, the qi-less physical strike he just made proved useless, as the fog closed up just as quickly as it parted. He took the chance to quickly move forward, preparing for the next progressive impact. 

"Is it near?" Jian Wei asked Kong Xiang impatiently as they ventured deeper into the mist. The humid surrounding gave him an uncomfortable feeling.