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Yan Qing's voice was steady and powerful, instilling a sense of reassurance among the group.
The seven of them quickly sprang into action, forming a circle and standing back to back, their eyes filled with vigilance and determination. They looked up at the sky, where a dark mass of Flying Espers loomed overhead like a suffocating cloud, exuding an oppressive aura.
Luo Hong and You Yi's faces gradually turned ashen. Luo Hong gritted his teeth and shouted, "You foolish creatures, I'll make you understand that crossing me will lead to nothing but disaster." His eyes burned with a fiery rage, as if he intended to consume everyone below him.
With that, Luo Hong began to gather a blade of wind in his hand. Initially just a small swirl of air, it rapidly spun under the influence of his Psychic Ability, drawing in the surrounding air with a howling sound.
The wind blade grew larger in midair, resembling a hungry beast devouring everything around it. By the time it reached them, it had transformed into a small storm over three meters high, its powerful suction sweeping away dust and fallen leaves in front of it.
Dust swirled through the air, and leaves were torn to shreds within the storm, creating a scene reminiscent of the apocalypse.
Seeing this, Jiang Ming's expression sharpened. He quickly waved his hands while chanting incantations. In an instant, an intense chill surged from within him, coalescing into a thick ice wall right before the group.
The ice wall was crystal clear and radiated waves of coldness, firmly securing the seven within its protective embrace.
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