"Tempest! Tempest! Tempest!" the Rank Nine Wind Dragon howled.0

The fierce gales and torrential rain of his raging tempests churned violently beneath Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul.0

These tempests unleashed a terrifying suction, akin to bottomless chasms that devour all beings.0

Pang Jian's towering Immortal Divine Soul swayed unsteadily as the three tempests pulled at him.0

His sword light flickered erratically, streaking past the horde of Fey Race as it twisted and writhed. It no longer traveled in a straight line and had seemingly lost all sense of direction. 0

"Windmaster Pearl!" The Rank Nine Wind Dragon opened his mouth and spat out a pearl.0

He had spent three thousand years gathering the fiercest gales, hurricanes, cold winds, and astral winds from across the Abyss before refining them into this Windmaster Pearl, an unparalleled wind-attribute artifact.0

This artifact, condensed from hundreds of drops of his purest blood, was his pride.0

His confidence in surpassing True Gods like Li Chu and Mu Wentao came from the Windmaster Pearl. It alone granted him at least thirty percent more certainty in victory!0

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