Ji Wuxiang stood in place, not seeing any movement, and the gravel flew up one after another.

There wasn't a hint of wind, but the gravel just flew.

With Ji Wuxiang as a dot, thousands of wisps of breath rose from the ground and flew around him.

He closed his eyes, but he could see more clearly than he could open.

The breath touched the gravel, like an angry dragon, circling around Ji Wuxiang, and the breath was sharp and strong.

I don't know how long it took.

Ji Wuxiang roared......