The ground beneath us cracked as the man's Order Dao rippled out, bending nature itself to his will. Rocks, trees, and even the winds answered his silent commands, lashing out at me. His weapon—a seemingly harmless umbrella—unfurled, releasing a flurry of small, razor-sharp swords.
These blades, numbering in the thousands, danced like a storm, tearing through the air with lethal precision, each one imbued with his Darkness Dao, exuding an aura of despair.
But I didn't flinch. Not yet.
I raised my hand, summoning my White Flames, which swirled around me in a brilliant, radiant dance. Mixed with my spiritual qi, these flames weren't ordinary—they devoured everything in their path, turning the approaching blades into ash before they even reached me.
