After destroying the willow spears, the thin wind continued its trajectory, swirling the bluish smoke formed by the spears and condensing into a light rain, pattering down between several Great Demon ships and the Keiform Flight Land.
Each raindrop was like a sharp arrow, effortlessly cutting through countless spreading willow branches, and piercing numerous holes in the hulls of several Great Demon ships.
In the world, a spray of fragmented blood burst forth.
"Such a powerful attack, only to be swept away by a fan."
The Mist Captain looked upward at the pattering raindrops, reached out his hand, and felt the sharpness embedded within them, sighing deeply: "Even though I know KOTOS is still a step away from becoming a legend... yet this small distance feels truly disappointing."
Unlike the contemplative Mist Captain, many captains under his command had more pressing matters to attend to.
"Raise the Defensive Magic Array!"
"Watch out for those raindrops!"
