"Rumbling—"
Wild winds sweeping the ground, all things thriving and withering.
As the child of the hurricane possessing a body of elements, how could a mere fracture wound affect him deeply?
He did not pause, his split body transforming into two scythes of wind, one on each side, continuing to slash towards Ye Chengfeng's true form.
"Trying to test the limits of my damage transfer?"
Ye Chengfeng responded with a wry laugh, continuously shaking his head:
"This is the realm of death, my domain."
"Is it too much to compare endurance with me?"
Saying this, Ye Chengfeng flew backwards, a demonic claw burning with fresh blood viciously piercing through his right hand.
"Puff!"
One half of the hurricane child's body, spinning clockwise, suddenly came to a sharp stop.
A cluster of translucent material shimmering with azure light, slipped into the wild wind and vanished.
That was the blood of the Primordial Spirit, also the purest Wind Element.
