Kumu's face was extremely unsightly at this point, his heart nearly trembling with fear.
Just as Ye Chen was on the verge of being slain by him yet again, he hadn't expected a Poseidon to suddenly emerge, which vexed Kumu to the extreme.
Even at his peak, he couldn't possibly defeat Poseidon, let alone now when he was grievously injured.
If he didn't escape now, he feared he truly might lose his life here today.
Kumu spread his wings like Da Peng, fleeing frantically towards the outside.
Aesdor let out a cold snort, and a miniature ice storm appeared in the palm of his white hand, the storm comprised entirely of azure Divine Power, spinning faster and faster in Aesdor's hand, its exterior shrouded in a layer of snow-white ice.
From the swiftly rotating whirlwind came bursts of terrifying aura, especially at the edge of the storm, where the snowflakes were as sharp as ice blades.
"Go."
