Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
Aoto swiftly swung his sword, the wind pressure from the blade forming a dense and impenetrable "wind wall"! With the piercing sound of "clang clang clang," the slashes of these four enemies were all deflected.
Then, in the next instant, the "wind wall" expanded outward!
Whoosh!
A "hurricane" like a winter cold wave swept towards these four Samurai.
Ordinary wind only carries away a person's warmth, but this "hurricane" directly took away the life of one of the four Samurai, his entire face slashed diagonally, turning his features into a blur.
Just as Aoto was about to continue swinging his sword, aiming the "hurricane" born from the spinning blade towards the other three, he suddenly heard several sharp sounds of wind breaking from his left and right.
Without even looking where the sounds came from, Aoto instinctively leaned backward with force, stepping back.
