Bab 1184: Chapter 656: Snow Ridge

Power surged wildly in the air, forming a tempest that seemed intent on swallowing the heavens and the earth whole. Wherever this aura passed, not a blade of grass grew, as though even the air itself was being torn asunder. Logan stood at the eye of the storm; his clothes were tattered by the ferocious winds, his complexion was as pale as paper, and a trickle of fresh blood hung from the corner of his mouth.

"Cough, cough..." Logan spat out a mouthful of blood with difficulty, his body trembling, clearly having sustained no small injury. Even though he possessed formidable strength and had used many precious Elixirs to protect his vital channels, he was still struggling to withstand the onslaught of that violent power.