In a flash, Yuan Ming suddenly moved. His footsteps twirling, his figure spinning and twisting, his fists flailing wildly; gusts of wind burst forth from his body, densely pounding towards the three men.
The blade of the Ghost Blade Shura swept through, and in the moment it crossed with the gusts, it was diverted to one side. The flames of the Demon Flame Shura, were even more torn apart by the gusts, scattering in all directions.
Almost instantly, the aura around Yuan Ming had completely transformed.
The gusts, as if alive, swirled constantly around his body, flipping and flying up and down, blocking every attack from the three men.
Hua Zhi originally wanted to help, but upon seeing this scene, she immediately retreated to the corner and frowned as she watched.
Seeing that the remaining Ghost Blade, Demon Flame, and the other three could do nothing to Yuan Ming, the two Ghost Howls Shura stopped paying attention to Hua Zhi and joined the battle as well.
