Xu stood proudly on the peak of the mountain, the cold wind in this area became more and more fierce under the influence of his aura. It let out a whistling sound.
The wind force transformed into a wind blade and then condensed into a tornado.
Unlike before, at that moment, Xu was completely serious. His aura was as sharp as a Heaven-cleaving sword.
Whoosh
A black ley line condensed in front of him and interwoven into a mysterious pattern.
It looked like a talisman, but also like a ghost drawing.
"Heaven-Defying Ghost Rune," Zhang Ruochen read.
When Zhang Ruochen read the information on Xu, he had seen records of Heaven-Defying Ghost Rune.