Before the words had fallen, the howling wind intensified abruptly, like a raging sea, sweeping up a storm of dust and sand into the air.
The fierce wind converged in mid-air, transforming into a piercing glint of cold light, rushing straight towards the Blood Robe.
Blood Robe was about to join forces with the Hall Master to annihilate the Chief Prefecture when suddenly he felt the wind rushing at him, and a sense of foreboding surged in his heart.
This wind seemed ordinary but was actually harboring deadly intent; even a strong Outer Elixir Realm practitioner would find it hard to withstand its piercing force.
At this critical moment, he retracted all eight arms, intertwining chains like a web, forcibly taking this fatal blow.
"Clang—"
The chains vibrated violently in the fierce wind, emitting a harsh metallic clanging sound.
Blood Robe was shaken by the immense force, flying backward dozens of yards.
Wherever he passed, trees were snapped, debris flying everywhere.
