"Storm! Storm! Storm!" the Level Nine Wind Dragon howled in the void.
Its exploded scales, wrapped in turbulent cyclones and filled with raging storms, exerted their force below Pang Jian's divine body.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!" The cyclones emitted a terrifying suction force, like three great abysses swallowing all life and producing a divine power.
Even Pang Jian's towering divine body swayed unsteadily under the pull of the three cyclones.
The sword light he slashed out, which flew towards the group of demons, was also flickering and unstable.
The sword light was no longer straight but had become meandering and twisted, having lost its sense of direction.
The Level Nine Wind Dragon's power twisted the void and also the sword light.
"Wind Controlling Pearl!" the Wind Dragon roared as it spat out a pearl.
