"Qing Tong, you little bastard, how dare you poison me!" Huan Ling Zi roared furiously, a red light flashed in his palm, and a white Spiritual Fan appeared, which he violently fanned towards Qing Tong.
Several white gusts of wind, a foot long, burst forth, and after blowing some distance away, they suddenly turned into several fiercely violent tornadoes, lunging towards Qing Tong with teeth and claws bared.
For a moment, sand and stones flew all around, and where the hurricane passed, it was nearly impossible to see anything.
"Huan Ling Zi, to be so rampant in your current situation is laughable!" Qing Tong laughed heartily, his body radiating a bright green light, as he took a step forward.
His entire figure became blurred, bringing forth several snake-shaped Illusions; in a flash, he had passed through several tornadoes and appeared in front of Qing Tong and his companions, moving almost twice as fast as he had by the Magma Lake.
