Rumble!
In that instant, flames erupted from Xia Ping's body. He became a living inferno, crackling as he burned, and the temperature around him soared.
The Wind-Chasing Thieves were all stunned. The heat felt like they were standing inside a furnace. They feared that if they moved even a little closer, the flames would reduce them to ashes.
"Damn it, what kind of art is this? How can it be so terrifying?"
"We can't let him keep this up, or we're dead!"
"Attack! All of us! Take this brat down at once!"
The Wind-Chasing Thieves shouted and immediately circulated their Gale Art. The air around them surged wildly, falling completely under their control.
They all cultivated the same technique. Once they reached the Martial Master Realm, they could manipulate air at will, making them swift as the wind and fearsome in attack.
And because they practiced the same technique, they fought together as if they shared one mind, perfectly in sync. Dozens of them attacking as one posed an unimaginable threat.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
In that instant, dozens of Wind-Chasing Thieves struck at once. They condensed the air into blades, and the air around them shuddered as their true essence gathered into countless wind blades.
"Kill!" one of the thieves roared.
Dozens upon dozens of wind blades burst forth at once, slicing through the air with high-frequency vibrations as they flew at Xia Ping, intent on tearing him to shreds.
These wind blades were terrifyingly powerful, like swords that could slice through iron as easily as mud. They could cut steel in half with ease—unbreakable.
"Northern Underworld Body Protection Art!"
Xia Ping circulated the technique within him and stepped forward. He raised both hands, tracing a circle in the air. A transparent shield of energy instantly enveloped him, sealing him