With a beckoning motion from Zhu Yanfeng, the enormous shield that had shattered earlier reformed into three sturdy shields, each gleaming with the luster of stone armor.
"You old bastard, it's my turn to attack."
"Stone Breathing, Fourth Form: Flowing-Rock: Swift Advance!"
Zhu Yanfeng roared, spinning his body rapidly and turning the three shields into a whirling windmill.
The shields whirled like windmill blades in his hands, each strike whipping up a fierce gust that swept everything nearby into its wake.
As the shields spun, the stone armor on their surfaces shone even brighter. A mysterious power flowed within them, though it was actually the result of his breathing technique.
When they struck their targets, they rang out sharply, accompanied by the trembling rumble of stone armor-a sound that inspired awe.
Watching Zhu Yanfeng attack, He Tiancheng secretly rejoiced. A defensive Soul Master who abandoned defense was practically crippled. This was exactly what he had hoped for.
"Since you want to attack with defensive Soul Skills, I'll answer with my offensive Soul Skills." A cold sneer curled He Tiancheng's lips.
His Black Feather Crane Martial Soul suddenly beat its wings and soared high. The Aerial Combo it unleashed filled the entire sky with black feathers.
The feathers danced through the air, every wingbeat stirring up a gale.
He Tiancheng's wings alternated left and right, releasing enormous Wind Blades as thick as a torrential downpour. Each blade shot toward Zhu Yanfeng like a sharp arrow.
The Wind Blades traced black trails through the air, as though staining the surrounding sky black.
When they struck the shields, their deafening crashes conveyed the tremendous force of their impact.
Yet Zhu Yanfeng did not retreat. Gritting his teeth, he continued swinging his shields to counterattack.
"Stone Breathing, Fifth Form: Tile Wheel Ministry of Punishments!"