C637 Divine Meteorite First

Phew...

A gust of wind whipped through the room, catching Zhou Yun completely off guard as Wang Yao seized him from across the space.

"Wah..."

Zhou Yun let out a piercing scream, terrified.

Wang Yao's qi and blood surged, his violent inner strength conjuring white Wind Blades that swirled around him. The bonfire on the ground flared up, casting a brighter glow as sparks scattered chaotically