Allah had gone completely mad. Endless light burst from the tip of his staff, flashing and exploding in an instant. Xia Ming's vision was immediately blinded, and the intense glare felt as though it were stabbing into his eyes.
Facing the terrifying storm known as the Wind of Calamity, Allah seemed to have employed some secret technique as well, completely unleashing every ounce of potential in his body. His magic power erupted like an explosion.
Had you ever seen a tiny stream gush forth with the volume of an ocean?
That was Allah's condition right now! Against the terrifying storm, who knew what secret technique he had used, but the magic power within his body had suddenly surged severalfold. Even from so far away, Xia Ming could feel the destructive energy contained within it.
"What kind of secret technique is this? How can it be so bizarre?!" Xia Ming watched the situation before him. Allah's strength had skyrocketed, giving him the power to contend with the man in black—and even faintly overwhelm him!
Xia Ming's heart turned grave, yet he did not believe there was such a thing as a benefit gained for nothing in this world. Allah was surely paying an unimaginable price for using this secret technique.
"Y-you actually used a forbidden art? Are you trying to get yourself killed?!" At last, a note of panic seeped into the black-robed man's hoarse voice.
"Hehe, I'm going to die anyway. I might as well drag you into the grave with me. Die, traitor!"
Allah's eyes were bloodshot. He had gone utterly mad, his hair hanging loose as magic power surged ceaselessly around him.
Allah's mind was now filled with nothing but madness. He and the man in black had originally both belonged to the same mysterious organization, and there