"Yes, World Building is such a wretched organization. Curse them all you want!"
Su Xiuhang's hands clawed the air, his mouth equally unyielding, "Anyway, I don't plan on going back."
Whatever he touched, it was all void.
The Blue Qingyun sheep he was grasping at turned out to be an illusion—it disappeared before his eyes.
At the same time, rows of water chains, narrowing from torrents, whistled as they crisscrossed, instantly sealing off Su Xiuhang's position.
He maintained a protective barrier around himself with three rapidly spinning Wind Blades, which prevented him from being immediately confined.
Wind Blades collided frantically with the water chains, as the powers of Wind Force and Water Force dissipated mercilessly.
Using illusions, Hu Shaomeng concealed Su Xiuhang's vision, but to his own eyes, the Blue Qingyun sheep were still lively and agile.
He rode the torrent chains at high speed, while sending one to lock down the Blue Qingyun sheep.
