The storm sent wild sands flying!
Eight burly men gritted their teeth and roared as they charged from eight directions at once, skimming across Yellow Sand beneath their feet. Their faces were savage as they rushed through the endless dust, wielding weapons long and short. They were fierce, but their opponent was fiercer still.
A ferocious beast had gone mad, Killing Intent billowing skyward; a certain flood dragon's demonic aura soared into the heavens!
She slung the shield onto her back and flung Hengdao at the triangular-eyed old priest who was charging up his ultimate move. Switching to her domineering, savage heavy saber, she gripped its hilt with both hands and began spinning in place, the heavy saber pointing outward as she spun faster and faster...
Her rotation gathered wind, sand, and air currents. In the span of a single breath, she created a small tornado above her head, and it continued to grow. Both her opponents and the onlookers stared dumbfounded. Could she create a Poison Dragon?
A spinning top appeared atop the dune, Blade Light stretching ever longer as it swept up raging sands with razor-sharp killing intent!
The Black Tribe strongmen attacking from eight directions had twitching eyes, unsure whether they should halt or continue. Yet with no order arriving, they could only keep charging forward, hoping to interrupt the white flood dragon's rotation through brute force. Sadly, they might have had a chance if they had forcibly stopped her before she got spinning. Now, as she whirled her heavy saber like a propeller, she was practically a turtle shell covered in spikes.
No one intended to attack from the sky. Hardly anyone in the Black Tribe had ever seen a tornado, and instinctively felt that thing was not to be trifled with. Thus, they missed their