The seven wind swords descended upon Max from every direction, and the sharpness contained within them was so terrifying that even the air around him seemed to be sliced into countless invisible fragments.
One sword came from above like heavenly punishment, one rushed straight toward his chest, two curved in from both sides, one shot toward his back, while the remaining two swept low toward his legs with enough speed and precision to tear apart any opening in his defense.
The Death Wind concept wrapped around all seven swords like a gray-green mist, spreading a cold and rotten aura that made the ruined stones beneath Max's feet lose their color, and for an instant, it truly looked as if he had been sealed inside a cage of deathly wind blades with no path of retreat.
However, Max only gave a light smirk.
"Dragon Scales Transformation."
The moment those words left his mouth, a deep and ancient power awakened inside his body.
