Gales howled, and waves of air swept across the sky.
White Tiger lay atop the magnificent floating carriage, its snow-white fur gleaming with a cold metallic sheen.
From its lofty perch, it looked down at Shi Hou, who shot upward against the air like a cannonball, with nothing but utter indifference in its eyes.
As though it were watching an insect that had no idea it was courting death.
Though baleful energy roiled around this dark-skinned human, he gave off not the slightest ripple of runes.
Without runes, one was nothing but the lowliest meat in the Great Wilderness.
"Courting death."
White Tiger sent out an icy pulse of divine thought, not even bothering to rise.
The Gray-Robed Elder at the front of the carriage looked livid.
He was a mighty Seal-Breaker, yet his blade strike had been easily blocked by a battered pot.
His hands rapidly formed seals, and the formation runes beneath the carriage instantly lit up.
Buzz!
The carriage was not merely a means of transport, but a formidable weapon of war.
Four enormous whips of light formed from dazzling runes tore through the air like four raging lightning pythons, lashing down at Shi Hou with the might to cleave mountains and shatter peaks.
Before the light whips even reached him, their fierce winds had already carved unfathomably deep trenches into the rocks below.
Shi Hou was in midair, with nothing to push off.
He turned his wrist, raising the gray stone knife, over half a man's height in length, into the wind.
There were no shimmering manifestations of any Treasure Art, only the sheer might of his flesh.
His violent blood qi, carrying nearly a hundred million jin of force, poured into the edge without restraint. Purple lightning runes flickered faintly across the blade, letting out