The instant Xu Caiyi's left-hand Orchid Dew Blade erupted with blazing flames and swelled against the wind, the surging inferno was not suppressed by the Wind Pressure. Instead, it burned even more fiercely by borrowing its force, making the Eight Sons of Flowing Clouds, who had formed a formation to surround her, all shudder inwardly.
However, the eight had worked together for a long time and were thoroughly familiar with battle formations. Their surprise lasted only an instant before their formation changed again—the Wind Pressure grew denser, their manifestations became clearer, and the auras of eight Winged Human manifestations intertwined like eight sky-supporting pillars of wind, sealing the hundred-meter space around Xu Caiyi so tightly that not even water could pass through.
Then, eight wind-element killing moves, born from the same source yet each possessing its own wonders, surged in from different directions: a Golden Wind Thorn condensed like a drill and specialized in piercing a single point; a Flowing Cloud Palm that swept like a tidal wave across a wide area; a coiling force that whirled like a vortex and pulled, shifted, and redirected; and a Space-Rending Slash, wind hidden like a blade, killing without leaving a trace...
The eight moves complemented and reinforced one another, completely sealing off all room for Xu Caiyi to dodge, maneuver, or retreat, forcing her to take them head-on!
Yet faced with such an overwhelming joint attack with virtually no blind spots, Xu Caiyi showed not the slightest panic.
Within her clear eyes, dancing firelight and flowing wind patterns reflected each other, faintly revealing an extraordinary glint—scorching like flame, cold and crisp like wind.
She did not try to split into afterimages and defeat them one by one, nor did she hurriedly defend herself. Instead, she planted both feet firmly upon the scorched