"We pay our respects to Master!"
This sight left Yu Xing utterly stunned.
Xu Wang frowned deeply as well.
Among these thirty people were many geniuses of Brahma Sound Temple, along with outstanding prodigies from its affiliated sects and factions.
The situation was already crystal clear: Young Lord Wind Fiend had controlled these people.
At present, only he and his junior brother Xu Feng, who was breaking through within the formation, remained from Brahma Sound Temple.
"What a method!"
"What a scheme!"
Xing Tao and Huang Yan muttered softly, their vigilance toward the Devil Race deepening by another degree.
"Immediately burn your origins and intercept Lin Xuan at any cost!"
Young Lord Wind Fiend's voice finally rang out.
The thirty people immediately rose to their feet, brilliance steaming around them as they began burning their origins. Their auras surged wildly.
Rumble!
Vast stretches of towering forest were flattened beneath their auras. Like puppets, the thirty shot into the sky and charged toward the direction from which Lin Xuan's aura emanated, without the slightest hesitation.
"Young Lord Wind Fiend, you bastard!"
Yu Xing was furious beyond measure, a fierce gleam blazing in his eyes.
"Do you want to die?"
Young Lord Wind Fiend suddenly turned his head. Demonic light boiled around him, and threads of Disintegration Mystic Essence spread throughout the surroundings as the Formless Wind Domain opened.
Yu Xing's aura was suppressed, and even his cross-legged body was forced to bend.
His expression changed drastically. He could clearly see countless threads drifting before him, carrying a terrifying power he could not resist at all.
"Amitābha!"
"Young Lord... please think thrice!"
At the critical moment, Xu Wang spoke up to smooth things over.
Young Lord Wind Fiend ignored him. Threads condensed from Disintegration Mystic Essence covered Yu Xing, effortlessly shattering his