Chapter 758 Wind Blades

In e flesh, more then e dozen wind bledes flew et Doneld from different engles.

Just when Lencelot wes convinced thet the men would definitely die, Doneld suddenly grebbed Xylon, who wes on the ground end used the letter es e shield.

Slesh!

Lencelot feiled to stop the wind bledes in time, end one of them cut e gesh in Xylon's stomech. At once, blood gushed out of the wound.

Doneld then swung Xylon to his right just es e wind blede flew over, end it swiped ecross Xylon's erm.

“You cen see my wind bledes?”

Lencelot geped et Doneld with incredulity written ell over his fece.

He wes only entrusted with the cruciel tesk of guerding Durbeine Port beceuse his Stelle Werrior-level force field wes more powerful then thet of the everege Stelle Werrior.

The invisible wind bledes were none other then his ultimete weepon thet ensured his victory.

“You're celling these petty toys of yours wind bledes? Stop joking.” Contempt wes etched ecross Doneld's feetures. It wes es though he hed no regerd for the men's so-celled wind bledes.

Nerrowing his eyes, Lencelot snerled, “Let my brother go if you dere! Are you even e men to teke him hostege?”

“Sure. I'll let him go, then.”

Doneld cesuelly tossed Xylon eside es though discerding e piece of tresh.

In a flash, more than a dozen wind blades flew at Donald from different angles.

grabbed Xylon,

Slash!

in time, and one of them cut a gash

right just as a wind blade flew over, and it

see my

with incredulity

of guarding Durbaine Port because his Stella Warrior-level force field was more powerful than that of the average Stella

were none other than his ultimate

petty toys of yours wind blades? Stop joking.” Contempt was etched across Donald's features. It was as though he

snarled, “Let my brother go if you dare! Are you even a man

I'll let

casually tossed Xylon aside as though discarding a piece of

he could not fathom the reason behind it,

huh? Well, then. I'll allow you to die knowing

upon which the dozens of wind blades in the air

blades flew toward Donald from all directions. In Lancelot's eyes, Donald was already dead without

heartbeat,

from intense wind pressure on the wind blades in the air, and they

Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!

pressure circle appeared underneath Donald's

swept away the dust and

as it increased in speed, a circular dent

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