As the yellow dragon's wings flapped in the sky, the very direction of the wind shifted back and forth, roughing up faces in one instant, then dragging men, stones and debris forward in the next.
Meanwhile, at the cratered surface where the yellow dragon's beam hit Xinzi, smoke and stone debris rose up the air, dispersing to reveal two figures that lay face down on the ground: Zhiji Jing and Xinzi.
*Cough!* *Ugh!* *Cough!*
Trying to get back her breath, Zhiji Jing gasped and coughed to no end, her arms and legs trembling as her chest heaved up and down. Instinctively, she tried to crawl away from the crater, to put as much distance between her and the monk that had quickly turned into the embodiment of her greatest nightmares.
