However, the Hell's Wind vortex did not last long, rolling and spinning within the small courtyard for around four breaths before it disappeared.
After the strike, Huang Xiaolong did not swing his blade again; instead, he contemplated the Hell's Wind formed by the attack of the Asura Blade. He stood there, and in his mind it was as if groups of Hell's Wind were continuously spinning. The path swept over by the Hell's Wind was vividly laid out in front of him.
Half an hour later, Huang Xiaolong suddenly moved. The Asura Blade in his hand swung fiercely once more, and this time, a full eighteen streaks of blade light spontaneously appeared, stirring in the space, with the air flowing in eddies. Two vortexes of wind formed, each one larger than the last.
After the strike, Huang Xiaolong stood motionless again, recalling in his mind the trajectory of the Hell's Wind vortex from its formation to spinning to rolling, as well as its direction.
