As soon as the two words were spoken, the sorcerer's hymn, which wound around the mountain, suddenly changed its tone, transforming from a slow narrative into a clanging sound of killing.
This sound-killing grand formation from the Divine Palace's Punishment Road didn't have the nine hundred and ninety-nine bones of wild beasts, but it did have countless sorcerer bones derived from sorcery.
These sorcerer bones, refined by sorcery, had shed all the pride and glory of the sorcerers, leaving only bloodthirst and slaughter.
Under the catalysis of the sound-killing formation, the bloodthirst and slaughter carried by the sorcerer bones surged forth like untethered wild horses, blowing toward the Saints who stood at the right place at the right time.
The wind was very fast, so fast that it caught the Saints off guard.
The wind was also very sharp.
Though not as strong as the sacred wind that cuts through cliff walls at the port, it still carried a slight essence of the sacred wind.
