Demonwinds Of The Skies

In the valley near the edge of the southeastern end of the Verdant Vale Lower Realm, Fenren and the others watched Lereza leave them and chase after Calypsea.

"They left just like that?" Shentu, the tiger, blinked.

"Oh my, we're going to die…" Yufella's lips curled, her voice baked with surprise and amusement.

"Quick, retreat!"

Fenren waved his hand. Their flying ship began to turn around and leave.

"Not so fast!"

"Where do you think you're all going!?"

The seven Grand Elders from the Verdant Vale Sect, who were still alive, were horrified by the sudden appearance of apocalyptic flame manifestation, but they quickly reacted as they saw the others trying to leave.

"Die!"

One of them lunged forward, waving his hand.

A gust of green winds picked up. The aura around him grew oppressively large as he extended his hands into wings.

"Verdant Sky Gale Storm!"