Qiu Gou had clearly been sent here to carry out the mission because he was decisive and ruthless. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been entrusted with such an important task.
When he saw that Old Nie's fire attack had failed, he pulled out two wind-element spell pellets without hesitation and activated them with a fierce shove. They exploded at once, unleashing a terrifying storm. Countless wind blades coalesced within it, howling like demons as they engulfed Jiang Yue's old home. It looked as if a horde of cutting machines were about to tear the old house apart without mercy.
The wind blades came down over the old house like a dense hailstorm, as if they cost nothing.
A cold, sinister smile tugged at Qiu Gou's lips. Under such a dense barrage, he refused to believe the old house could withstand it. It might be fireproof, but surely it couldn't shrug off these terrifying wind blades too?
His smile didn't last long. The amusement froze at the corners of his mouth.
Strange, cloudlike patterns suddenly appeared all around the old house, layer upon layer, crisscrossing in disarray on every side.
The wind blades poured down from the sky, but when they struck those strange, cloudlike layers, it was as if they were slashing into cotton. They seemed to hit their mark, yet scarcely left a scratch.
Only the patterns, with something vaguely concealed within them, rippled faintly. Qiu Gou realized they formed a magical protective barrier.
"Damn it, how is this possible?" Qiu Gou was so shocked his eyes nearly popped out.
Damn those people who'd provided intelligence to the big boss—they deserved to be executed. Hadn't they said this family of three was weak and practically incapable of fighting back?
This defense was nothing like that of people who couldn't fight