Lotus Tempest Pagoda!
The storm howled in response. Threads of wind qi spiraled from his palms, condensing into a towering pagoda shaped like a lotus in bloom.
This pagoda had three floors, each enveloped by lotus petals.
Han Wuji clasped his hands together, his eyes closing as the world's breath seemed to pause with him. Then he opened them, cold and merciless.
Pagoda First Floor!
The petals of the first layer unfurled like the awakening of a godly lotus. Within, a massive halberd forged entirely of condensed storm qi materialized, its blade glowing with cyan lightning.
The pagoda rotated itself, pointing the halberd's tip towards Qin Feng.
Boom!
It tore through the air, shattering the sound barrier and leaving behind a shriek of displaced wind.
Qin Feng sensed it instantly, but his hands were still locked in the struggle against the raging cyclone. If he faltered now, the storm would devour everything—including his allies.
