Yuan Ming, facing the whistling wind blades, didn't utter another word. He quickly chanted a spell and with a downward pressing gesture of his hands.
The ground in front resounded with a "boom", and two thick wooden thorns burst forth, colliding with the two wind blades.
There were only two crisp snaps!
The wooden thorns were easily sliced into two sections, but the direction of the wind blades had been altered, slashing against the walls on both sides of the cave and making a "pu pu" sound of cutting.
After the sound, the originally iron-hard walls bore two deep cuts a foot in length.
If Yuan Ming hadn't made his protective preparations in advance, he probably wouldn't have had time to react before being sliced into pieces by the wind blades, dead beyond any possibility of survival.
"The boy reacts quite fast," Kun Tu said with disdainful sneer, his hand flashing with green light as the air around him surged violently, obviously about to unleash a more formidable technique.
