The thunder continued to come, and in the middle of the battle, the wind blew, darkening the whole sky.

Some of the weaker revisionists could not even resist the aftermath of the battle. Their faces turned pale as paper. After retreating more than ten meters, they felt much better.

Before long, the strong wind began to dissipate slowly. In the field of vision, the crowd did not see the tragic picture of leaf dust being cut by knife and awn. Leaf dust, standing calmly in its place, raised its head and raised its chest, and its breath was awesome. It seemed that there was no injury at all.

"What's going...