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The moment Karl saw Sylph assimilate with Junheng, his cloudy old eyes widened suddenly.

He has lived most of his life, traveled all over the country, and is very knowledgeable.

But seeing the elemental spirits still brought an expression of disbelief to his wrinkled old face.

"You actually formed a contract with an elemental spirit?!"

Karl's voice rose eight octaves amidst the howling wind, carrying a sharp, almost distorted quality.

He suddenly took a few steps closer, his old eyes fixed on the emerald green light membrane flowing across Jun Heng's body, as if trying to see through that light.

"You little brat... just how many cards are you holding back?"

Karl swallowed hard, his withered fingers tapping in the air.

It seemed to want to touch that layer of light, but withdrew at the last moment before making contact.

"Elemental spirits? Those are legendary beings!"

"I once heard an old elf who had lived for eight hundred years say that there are no more than ten high-level elemental elves left on the entire continent!"

"Mr. Carl, I think we should get going as soon as possible."

Jun Heng smiled slightly and didn't dwell on the topic any longer; time was money now.

He needs the power of the Tower of Gods, but even more so, he needs the power of the gods.

Upon hearing this, Karl took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart.

He grinned, and slowly raised his withered hand.

"Hehe, young brother, since you have such skills, then this old man will not hold back anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp glint flashed in Karl's cloudy old eyes.

He slowly closed his eyes and began chanting an obscure and difficult-to-understand incantation.

The spell's syllables were ancient and difficult to pronounce, as if they came from some long-lost ancient civilization.

With each syllable he uttered, the surrounding air trembled, and even the howling wind seemed to be suppressed by the incantation.

Jun Heng stood to the side, staring intently at Karl.

He could feel an extremely ancient and pure power slowly awakening within Karl's body.

That power was different from the intense heat of the Sun's Holy Fire, and also different from the chilling power of the Abyss.

Rather, it is a more primal and purer force of nature.

hum!

As the last syllable fell, Karl suddenly opened his eyes.

Those once cloudy old eyes had now transformed into two emerald green vortexes, their pupils seemingly containing an ancient forest.

Dark green lines began to appear on the surface of his skin.

The patterns spread across his body like vines, weaving together to form a complex and mysterious totem.

What was most striking was the phantom that appeared behind him.

It was the phantom of an ancient tree formed entirely of emerald green light.

The tree trunk is as thick as a pillar, the canopy blocks out the sky, and countless roots sway slowly in the air like tentacles.

The moment the phantom of the ancient tree appeared, the surrounding air seemed to become a little fresher.

Even the violent gale seemed to be soothed, becoming somewhat gentler.

"This is……"

Jun Heng narrowed his eyes, looking at the illusory figure with a puzzled expression.

"Ancient Tree Spirit Contract"

Karl's voice became low and hoarse, carrying a sense of vicissitude as if it came from the other side of the river of time.

"Although it's not as rare as your elemental spirit, it's enough to survive in the gales of this Riftwind Plains."

Karl grinned, and the branches of the ancient tree's phantom suddenly stretched out, transforming into a layer of emerald green light that enveloped his entire body.

Countless fine green runes flowed across the surface of the light shield, exuding a resilient yet gentle aura.

The wind blades that came slashing towards them vanished without a trace the moment they touched the light shield, without even causing a ripple.

"Mr. Carl, excellent technique."

Junheng gave a heartfelt exclamation of praise.

"Hehe, same to you."

Karl smiled smugly, then strode into the fierce winds of the Riftwind Plains.

"Let's go, young man."

"The Riftwind Plains are vast and boundless; finding the Raging Wind Tornado is no easy task."

Jun Heng followed closely behind Karl, stepping into that world swallowed by the wind and sand.

The moment he stepped into the Riftwind Plains, he immediately felt an extremely violent force crushing down from all directions.

The gale was like countless invisible blades, carrying sand and gravel, slicing wildly through the void.

Each impact carried a chilling sharpness, as if it would tear every living thing that set foot on this land to shreds.

-32654! -33646! -31356!

Damage numbers kept appearing above Jun Heng's head.

Seeing the damage caused by this gale, Jun Heng couldn't help but click his tongue slightly.

He possesses Sylph's assimilation, granting him immunity to 80% of wind-type damage.

Even so, it still loses more than 30,000 health points per second.

Let alone a level 60 warrior, even a level 80 full-tank knight wouldn't be able to withstand it for long.

However, with his current health of over 36 million, this loss is nothing.

Meanwhile, the old fox Karl was even more at ease, the protection of the ancient tree spirit allowing him to walk on flat ground amidst the fierce winds.

The two walked for nearly two hours through the gray-yellow sandstorm. All they could see were the sand swirling in the air, the desolate land, and the howling wind.

"Mr. Carl, how much do you know about this raging tornado?"

As Jun Heng walked, he asked the question.

Karl was silent for a moment, a serious glint flashing in his emerald green vortex pupils.

"The raging tornado is a natural phenomenon unique to the Riftwind Plains."

"For those criminals exiled here, it is their only hope of survival."

"However, these raging tornadoes are extremely rare. I'm afraid less than one in a hundred people can actually ride one of them to enter the City of Rage."

As they listened to Karl's story, the two gradually ventured deeper into the plains.

They trekked through the fierce winds of the Riftwind Plains for an unknown amount of time.

The grayish-yellow sandstorm, like an endless curtain, enveloped everything in the world.

The howling wind echoed in my ears like the wails of thousands of vengeful ghosts.

The ground beneath our feet was covered with a thick layer of gravel, and we sank in half an inch with every step, making walking extremely difficult.

If Karl hadn't possessed the positioning crystal, the two would likely have been lost in the endless yellow sand long ago.

"Mr. Carl, how long until we reach the place where you said we'd encounter the Storm Tornado?"

Looking at the boundless surroundings, Jun Heng couldn't help but ask.

Carl glanced down at the constantly flashing positioning crystal in his hand and shouted back.

"It'll be soon. The raging tornado passes through there every seven days. Hopefully, we'll be lucky and have to wait a few days less."

Just as Karl finished speaking, a deep rumble suddenly came from the distant horizon!