Crack! Crack! Crack!
The surrounding rocks crumbled, and two forces transformed into wind blades, destroying everything within a fifty-meter radius.
Zhao Xue's body floated like duckweed, drifting into the distance.
"Flame Fire Kill!"
Han Zhen stirred his long spear, and a dark red flame appeared above the fiery red spearhead.
Although the flame was small, the energy it contained was astonishing.
As soon as it appeared, the entire void trembled incessantly.
Lin Xuan's pupils constricted. As an Engraver, his Soul Power was extraordinary, and he could naturally sense the terror of that flame even more.
Break!
The long spear surged, forming a terrifying flame attack.
Executing Wind Thunder Step, Lin Xuan vanished from his original spot, choosing not to take the hit head-on.
It wasn't that he was scared, but sometimes retreating is to launch a better offense.
