Wind can also be an intangible defense.
He resolutely threw the Wind Rites Sutra from his palm, no longer careless, and added an extra layer of defense:
"Technique·Star Decryption Fiction!"
Around him, the three zhang Wind Realm folded in front of him, forming three layers of wind gates.
The sword light buzzed, merging, piercing through, treating the wind gates as if they were nothing.
But just as it was about to strike the body of Wangze Holy Emperor, a page on the high-flung Wind Rites Sutra flipped open.
A streak of blue light shot across the void.
This time, however, it wasn't wind-type power that emerged but was decomposed by wind-type power during flight, transforming into a sky full of starlight falling down.
"Draw!"
Cursed Yin stood still, for He cannot retreat; the divine cannot retreat.
His hand formed hand seals, drawing from the glabella down to the chest.
