The transparent edge of the wind pressure.
The corridor twisted, the air sucked away.
As Li Chengyi shouted the last syllable, the Flower Language Technique activated, and a purple light shone on the back of his hand.
Invisible ripples expanded around him at an incomprehensible speed and in a manner that defied understanding.
Whoosh...
The wind stopped.
The sword of the Balance Angel lost its glow.
Boom.
It planted its legs firmly into the ground, creating two holes, and then stood motionless.
Success!!!
Li Chengyi was overjoyed, but his happiness was short-lived as the purple light on his hand started flickering rapidly, dimming.
'Too fast! I can't control it!'
He understood that the power of the Flower Language Technique largely depended on the consumption of physical or mental strength.
He was able to control those skeletons because they were too weak, so the cost was minimal.
But the Balance Angel before him was clearly much stronger.
