C1290 All the Male Cultivators in the World Have a Spare Tire 62

As his voice faded away, a strong wind blade swept through the skies above. The winds surged, and the previously clear skies instantly became overcast.

"Leave him!"

The big fatty finally reacted. His expression changed drastically as he yelled at Old Witch Lolita in a low voice.

But —

Before Old Witch Lolita could even react, she was sent flying by the wind blades surrounding the bearded man