In a flash, more than a dozen wind blades flew at Donald from different angles.
Just when Lancelot was convinced that the man would definitely die, Donald suddenly grabbed Xylon, who was on the ground and used the latter as a shield.
Slash!
Lancelot failed to stop the wind blades in time, and one of them cut a gash in Xylon's stomach. At once, blood gushed out of the wound.
Donald then swung Xylon to his right just as a wind blade flew over, and it swiped across Xylon's arm.
“You can see my wind blades?”
Lancelot gaped at Donald with incredulity written all over his face.
He was only entrusted with the crucial task of guarding Durbaine Port because his Stella Warrior-level force field was more powerful than that of the average Stella Warrior.
The invisible wind blades were none other than his ultimate weapon that ensured his victory.
“You're calling these petty toys of yours wind blades? Stop joking.” Contempt was etched across Donald's features. It was as though he had no regard for the man's so-called wind blades.
Narrowing his eyes, Lancelot snarled, “Let my brother go if you dare! Are you even a man to take him hostage?”
“Sure. I'll let him go, then.”
Donald casually tossed Xylon aside as though discarding a piece of trash.
Lancelot had never expected the man to agree so readily. Although he could not fathom the reason behind it, he would never squander such a golden opportunity.
You can see my wind blades, huh? Well, then. I'll allow you to die knowing what killed you!
He let out a loud roar, upon which the dozens of wind blades in the air multiplied several folds.
Subsequently, the wind blades flew toward Donald from all directions. In Lancelot's eyes, Donald was already dead without Xylon as a shield.
In the next heartbeat, however, his expression froze.
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