Boom!
All around the underground vault strewn with corpses, a sudden loud noise erupted.
A crimson storm descended from the sky.
— "Wind Sweeping Cloud," charge!
At this moment, exerting his full power, Tang Qian's figure seemed to truly transform into a rampant and tyrannical blood storm. As he passed, walls, desks, corpses, and even pools of blood seemed to be swept by an invisible plow, shattered into fragments, and turned to dust.
Blood flames wreathed around that fierce and furious face.
At that moment, his eyes swirled as he looked at the tragic scene inside the vault and he could hardly hide his worry and anger, bellowing, "Foster father, don't be afraid, I'm here to help you!!!"
In that instant, the mutated Priest was almost moved to tears.
