Through the torrent of throwing knives, not a leaf touched him!
"My goodness..." Si Xianxian felt utterly overwhelmed.
She, of course, knew that Lu Ran had risked his life to save hers by charging into the lantern formation alone.
She had witnessed firsthand how Lu Ran dodged agilely among a pack of Evil Dogs, as if he had foresight.
But Si Xianxian had never seen how Lu Ran freely roamed within the Bloody Purgatory woven by the Prisoner Demon believers!
Merely eight blades of wind, are they comparable to endless chains?
Hmm... Xu Zhen could withstand them.
After all, these wind blades were swift and ruthless, intensely fierce.
But the throwing knives controlled by Bu Qingfeng, be it in speed or dexterity, were far too inferior.
The question arose, whom was Lu Ran comparing them to?
The pinnacle of River Realm· Deng Yuxiang!
Having fought alongside Deng Yuxiang for so long, how could Lu Ran not understand the command of the flying wind?
