C168 Chapter 168

At the Myriad Image Cave, high on the cliff, fierce wind whipped across Hua Hsing's face, feeling like knives slicing his skin. His whole body ached as he struggled to absorb the essence of the wind element. Time slipped by, and before he knew it, three days had passed. Only two days remained until the final deadline, and Hua Hsing still had no clue about the Wind Concept. His spirits were low