After Ji Tianming released his Martial Soul, he suddenly became unimaginably large, as if he transformed into a dust storm above the desert.
"This Martial Soul is interesting. Within my Tyrant Universe, I encompass a Mountain and River World, and in a Mountain and River World, a bit of desert is needed for the diversity of natural landscapes."
Ling Xiao couldn't help but become deeply interested in Ji Tianming's Martial Soul.
However, for now, he should eliminate this guy first.
"Sandstorm!"
Ji Tianming's voice floated from the sky, seemingly coming from all directions, completely indiscernible.
Subsequently, a terrifying dust storm formed in the sky. Although its range wasn't large, within its scope, it truly obscured the sky and the earth, making it utterly impossible to see anything.
"Dark Wings!"
