Countless White Feathers transformed into streams of white light and surrounded him, but as he struck out with a palm, a sudden series of explosions erupted in the air, as if he had thrown a hundred palms in an instant.
The White Feathers, trailing their silk-like vascular threads, were immediately sent flying backward, scattering in every direction.
A hint of surprise appeared on Yang An's face.
He hadn't used his Shell Nourishing Technique, instead relying purely on the innate power and sharpness of the Spinal True Feathers, which were an extension of his own body.
Yet this guy, with a Cultivation Level of only Visceral Stone, had swatted away most of his White Feathers with a single palm.
'This guy is no joke. He's definitely not some ordinary guardian!'
After just that brief exchange, Yang An immediately sensed something was off about this man.
It also strengthened his resolve to eliminate this person.
