The Thunder King Bird stirred up strong winds from afar, letting out a long, resonant cry.
The suspicious figure was alarmed, retreating swiftly and disappearing into the thick night fog.
Qin Ming didn't want to fight in Shuangshu Village; now that he was far away, he could unleash his strength freely. He manipulated the fierce gusts of wind, flying at great speed a dozen feet above the ground.
"Hmm?" The black-clad middle-aged man ahead whipped around abruptly, mainly due to the tumultuous gusts that surged like thunder, fiercely agitating him, causing panic.
He was a master of the Fourth Realm; despite some physical issues in this current climate, he was still extraordinarily formidable without severe illness.
Yet now, the person behind him controlled winds so frightful that he couldn't maintain his balance and was nearly overthrown.
