Facing this terrifyingly powerful attack, Lin Chuan’s expression did not flicker in the slightest.
In his hand, he cradled a tornado condensed from wind blades, spinning at high speed and heavily compressed. The rotation speed of the tornado was so fast that it appeared almost completely still.
At the edge of the tornado, the wind was as sharp as knives, the surrounding air continuously torn apart with sonic booms.
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