In the shadow winds, it felt as if knives were scraping.
Anything in contact, even slightly, would result in injury.
Though Xu Wendong's speed was fast, the dense shadow winds still brushed against his body. Numerous wounds, like cuts from a knife, made him become cautious.
A strong practitioner at the Ghost Control Realm Fourth Level is indeed not easy to deal with.
"Kid, you're no match for him, just go." The Painting Saint transmitted his voice, making Xu Wendong a bit annoyed at heart.
Without this treasure, Xu Wendong might actually have a chance to take down Huang Biao.
But unfortunately, behind Huang Biao stood the Huang Family. The foundation of the Huang Family was not inferior to that of the Heavenly Nether Sect, so they naturally had treasures at their disposal.
"I'm not reconciled!"
Xu Wendong gritted his teeth and said, the shadow winds growing denser. If he continued to stay here, he feared he would be consumed by the shadow winds.
