Xiao Ji could hardly revel in his satisfaction for long. As the Wind of Death dissipated, the shadows once again enveloped the area. If not for Gitalien's power shrouding the barrier, perhaps those shadows would have already climbed onto the spherical Barrier.
The grating noise of fingernails scraping a blackboard sounded, and Feng Yuan shouted with some dissatisfaction,
"Xiao Ji! Chain cast the Wind of Death!"
The Wind of Death blew in all directions, and instantly the grassland, hidden by the shadows, was exposed. Amidst the starlight, it seemed as if only the area near where Feng Yuan and the others stood was illuminated, the rest engulfed in pitch darkness.
