This blood aura—or rather, the consciousness formed from resentment—was often incomparably savage, with the instinct to destroy everything. At that moment, sensing Li's use of magic, the sandstorm gathered immense power and surged directly toward them. For a time, the magic Li had just reinforced once again flickered with unstable light.
Li frowned. Azshara also sucked in a cold breath. For some reason, she seemed to see countless knights within the sandstorm charging toward the barrier protecting them. Azshara's eyes widened. This sandstorm... not only was it immensely powerful, it could even control the souls it had slain and use them to fight for it. Such terrifying strength was something she had never heard of before.
Sure enough, the pressure of the sandstorm itself could only contend evenly with the barrier. But with the knights formed from the blood-red wind added in, there came a crack, and the defensive barrier created by Li's combined magic actually showed signs of shattering.
"Ah... God said that those who believe in me shall receive my protection." As Li spoke, a beam of light slowly rose from his body. It rapidly spread outward, and just as Azshara watched the surrounding barrier about to break apart, the light swallowed everything before her eyes. When the light finally faded, Azshara realized that she was inside a bright white circular space roughly three meters in radius!
They were no longer standing in the sand. They floated at the center of the sphere. It seemed Li had used magic again. This spell looked quite similar to the one he had used before, yet it was clearly different. Yes, the difference was unmistakable.
Previously, although the defensive magic Li had used could withstand the sandstorm's impact, the howling wind could still pour into their ears. That feeling made it