Blood Coldwind

"Boom!"

In an instant, a fearsome gale with huge twisting force struck Jian Wushuang.

He immediately grunted in pain and started burning the Spiritual Power in his body as fuel to utilize the second level of his Dragon Blood Secret Skill.

His speed immediately increased to a hundred times faster, and he tried his best to withstand the impact from the blast. In the end, he managed to force his way out of the Void which the sinkhole was at as well as the impact radius of the gale.

He was deathly pale as he stood on the Void away from the sinkhole. He spat out a large mouthful of blood, and he could feel that his aura had been diminished to pitiful levels.

"Luckily, I'm still alive, even though I was seriously wounded."

Jian Wushuang wiped away the blood stains on the corner of his mouth and raised his head again, turning his gaze back to the Void surrounding the sinkhole.