The dozen or so cyan wind blades precisely sliced at the joint of the arm Er Ming swung.
Although they only left a few shallow white marks on the tough fur, the power contained within them solidly disrupted Er Ming's exertion of force.
This directly caused Er Ming's attack to deviate, giving Zhao Wuji breathing room and space to dodge.
He rolled sideways in a near-wulish fashion, just barely grazing the edge of the fist wind to dodge as the massive fist smashed into the ground behind him, blasting out a pit several feet deep.
Zhao Wuji used the momentum of the roll to dissipate the force, knelt on one knee, and breathed heavily with huge gasps, quickly retreating to the side of Xiao Qing, who was also riding Xiao Feng.
"Many thanks, Xiao Qing."
Zhao Wuji did not offer polite pleasantries; if Xiao Feng's soul beast had not intervened in time just now, he would inevitably have been grazed by that terrifying power, and in his current state, he would have suffered severe injuries if not death.
"Damn, it really is a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Even beaten like this, it's not something we can easily defeat."
Xiao Qing did not speak, only nodding as his gaze remained fixed on Er Ming, who was frantically pounding the surrounding ground.
Zhao Wuji only took a brief couple of breaths, quickly retrieved another Recovery Big Sausage from his embrace, shoved it into his mouth, chewed a few times, and swallowed, feeling the soul power within his body slowly recover.
He and Xiao Qing exchanged glances; their only winning chance was to utilize the wounds left by Tang Hao's hammer, continuously attacking that flaw to steadily weaken this behemoth!
The next instant, Zhao Wuji actively met Er Ming, whose attack pattern was slightly