The unexpected turn of events shocked everyone.
All those present, regardless of sides, were stunned.
Feng Yin immediately stuffed the just revealed Feng Ying back into his pocket.
Apparently, there was no need to expose Feng Ying's presence anymore.
The cold light shimmered, enveloping the entire field as blood light erupted in all directions.
In a blink of an eye, the surrounding area was filled with consecutive screams of pain, seeming never-ending and fluctuating irregularly.
One by one, heads rolled as if a carriage of watermelons had tipped over in mid-air.
The difference between the wind blades and what Feng Ying invoked was visibly evident. The difference in power was as vast as heaven and earth.
The wind blades dancing in the night sky were imbued with a faint glow. Not so apparent, but surprisingly powerful. Wherever it went, there was no resistance; all around were rolling heads and massive sprays of blood.
