A distorted wind blade slammed into the palm of a man with four wings on his back, as noble and magnificent as the Night Monarch, producing a sound akin to the chiming of gold and jade.
The man's fingers moved slightly, stirring up a surge of dark flames. In an instant, the entire hurricane was dyed pitch-black, becoming a vortex of black flames.
The black flames seemed to be burning something, creating a hissing sound in the air, reminiscent of a snake flicking its tongue.
Guard Ying and his companions saw traces of semi-transparent distortions shooting out from the black flame vortex, like countless transparent venomous snakes attacking the four-winged man.
The four-winged man's eyes were calm, and invisible ripples emanated from his body.
The ripples swept across the void, instantly stopping the movement of the transparent, distorted venomous snakes.
In a thousandth of a second, they began to reverse direction, retracing their previous trajectory.
