The gale suddenly intensified, condensing into sharp azure wind blades, encircling from all directions, dancing chaotically with the spring and autumn.
The three individuals and the mechanism Garuda completed their coordination in a split second.
Offense and defense were seamlessly integrated, encompassing all directions.
This territory, from the highest heavens to the azure sea below, within a ten-mile radius, was entirely enveloped in their formidable assault.
It was like an apocalyptic scene.
And Dou Zhao stepped forward once more.
His radiant figure advanced amidst the gigantic funnel of millions of torrential rain assassinations, amidst the endless chaotic wind blades, amidst the immense mechanism Garuda's golden spear and feathery sword... he moved forward.
What harm in proceeding steadily?
Let the wind and rain...
Let the wind and rain!
His blade moved.
Yet, with a squint, the blade was still visibly in his hand, his hand still lowered.
Did his blade move?
