Xiaohong's pair of eye-catching Chaos Wind-Thunder Wings flapped just twice, and the whipped-up storm churned the murky riverbed into a pot of thick soybean soup.
The gale-force winds tore through the current, with purple lightning storms clearing the way. A few rotten stone pillars blocking the path cracked into smithereens with loud crunching noises.
Riding the hard-as-nails skeleton and wearing the Chaos Cauldron on his head (was this a bone knight outfit?), Shi Lei felt like the experience was even more thrilling than a roller coaster (mainly because bones don't vomit), and with a "whoosh," he darted right to the edge of that collapsed subterranean grotto.
Chapter 564