An indescribable strong sense of power spread out from those masked men who had rushed into the hall. The air in the hall became like a tsunami, suddenly waving intensely. Along with a thunderous swooshing noise, the air in the hall rolled and coiled in streams, crushing each other like hundreds of rampant serpents.
Heavy metal furniture in the hall were moved by an invisible force. Legs of tables and chairs scratched the floor, letting out muffled grating noises. Lines of defensive spell symbols lightened up on the floor, generating dazzling fire sparkles when those furniture moved across the floor.
"Powerful ones!" Si Wen Ming abruptly showed up beside Ji Hao, without him having an idea when he walked over. The standing position of Si Wen Ming was just between Ji Hao and those masked men. Therefore, no matter what those masked men would do, they had to defeat Si Wen Ming before they reached Ji Hao.