"Courting death!"
A cold, authoritative shout resounded like a thunderclap from the ninth heaven, exploding loudly.
As the raging gale swept in, it instantly drowned out all the monsters' howls.
This was no ordinary wind, but a gang wind created by tiny spatial fissures.
Wherever the wind passed, cold light burst through the air, like countless blades forming a sword glint.
Those ferocious monsters were like paper, instantly sliced and torn apart, turning into a sky full of flying blood and flesh.
In just a few seconds, the thick fog and twisted figures in the corridor ahead were cleared away completely.
The remaining monsters in the surrounding corners shrieked in fear, retreating into the deeper mist as if they had met their natural enemy.
Strangely, the wind seemed almost spiritual.
While it howled across the position where everyone stood, it only made their clothes flutter without causing any substantial harm.
