The thirty thousand disciples of the First Army Corps of the Sect of True Martial Arts were scattered in the blink of an eye!
Screams, roars, and cries of anger were incessant.
However, none of this could stop the Purple Night Divine Guards from taking action.
The onslaught of Wind Blades lasted for about two minutes before it finally dissipated.
After all, for a mage, there is no time limit to cast magic, but it requires Magic Elements; a mage has only so much Magic Elements, and if the casting continued indefinitely, they would soon be exhausted.
After the Wind Blades vanished, the third member of the Purple Night Divine Guards finally made his move.
This person had a smirk at the corner of his mouth, which looked like mockery and contempt at the same time.
"Enjoying yourselves?" he asked.
"Enjoy your grandpa!"
The disciples of the First Army Corps of the Sect of True Martial Arts glared at him as if they wanted to devour him.
"Hmph!"
