Lin Dong stood before the Tian Shu Star Gate of the Ziwei Beidou Seven Kill Formation, his body surrounded by a faint cyan airflow, as if even the air itself contained the rhythm of the wind.
His eyes shimmered with unprecedented brilliance, a result of dancing on the edge of life and death, and enduring countless baptisms of wind blades, finally touching the third layer of Wind Sword Intent—"Dance of Wind in the Nine Heavens, Ten Thousand Dragons Unite as One."
"The wind, formless and invisible, can cross mountains and valleys, brushing past without leaving a trace. Today, I will use this Wind's Intent to break your Stellar Array!"
Lin Dong murmured in his heart, his hands slowly rising, fingertips trembling lightly, as if conversing with the invisible wind.
As his mind moved, the surrounding wind element seemed to be given life, converging into wind dragons that circled and danced around him, each containing the terrifying power to tear through space.
