Boom! Boom! Boom!
Raging between heaven and earth, like a hurricane connecting sky and land.
In Xiao Yi's hands, it was torn apart into two halves.
The tearing winds suddenly dissipated into nothingness in the void, and the soldiers caught in the hurricane fell from the sky; without the barrier of the fierce winds, they did not sustain serious injuries.
However, on the entire battlefield...
Hundreds of thousands of soldiers fell utterly silent.
Every gaze was fixed on the figure standing in the sky, clad in silver armor—Xiao Yi.
Gulp!
Someone swallowed hard, breaking the deathly silence.
Like a stone dropped into an ancient well, ripples spread out...
"Damn! Damn! Damn!"
"What did I just see? Tearing the wind with bare hands? Did the Martial King actually do that?"
"Heavens above, I must be hallucinating... This is the power of nature, how can someone tear a hurricane apart with human strength? It's unbelievable..."