"Two... two strikes?!"
Old Chen stared, dumbfounded by what had just happened.
It seemed impossible. He even rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was seeing things.
What had he just witnessed?
After summoning two blood-red blades, the Mysterious Blood-robed Man ended two Commander Level Winged Azure Wolves with a casual swing.
And what were those two Blood Moon Blades? They looked a little like Super Level Wind Element Magic.
"That's it. That's the power..."
Zhan Kong watched the Blood Blades fade from the sky and murmured to himself.
That overwhelming, domineering power seemed etched into his mind. He could never forget it.
He found himself remembering that day six years ago. It had been the same power...
Just then, an eagle's cry rang out through the night.
The three of them looked toward the sound. A huge white shape was beating its wings as it flew toward them.
On the White Giant Eagle's back were seven figures, each with an extraordinarily powerful aura.
The seven arrived on the White Giant Eagle. The man at their head, dressed in a Military Mage uniform, stepped forward. He was about to speak when he caught sight of Zhan Kong.
"Xing Yi, what are you doing here?"
Recognizing the Military Mage, Zhan Kong spoke with sudden delight.
"Uncle Xu! So you're the one who brought the Super Level Mage team."
"Yes, but we can catch up later. Report the situation first."
Uncle Xu knew this was no time to chat and quickly turned to business.
"Uncle Xu, just look up."
Zhan Kong gave a rueful smile and pointed skyward.
Uncle Xu raised his head. A blood-red figure stood in the night sky.
The moment he saw him, his expression changed. His pupils contracted as he exclaimed in shock,
"A blood robe, blood-red wings, blood-red