"Have a taste of it—"
"This is the wrath of the natural wind!"
The Wind Demon God let out an astonishing roar, as if pouring out all of the wind's power through its cry.
Roar!
Countless gales painted the sky like ink splashes, falling like thin threads of rain, gradually organizing and forming into a massive stormy hand descending from the heavens.
"Oh life, why do you wage war against heaven and earth!?"
This formidable hand, composed of innumerable wind blades, cuts through everything. If the catastrophe of wind from years ago had been at this level, it would have brought extinction upon all living beings, furrowing the earth with a rake.
The Wind Demon God brought down the hand.
"Do you know what the strongest divine object attack in this world is? It is the wind! The free and swift wind!"
The violent and raging hand fell swiftly.
"The wind?"
God's eyes revealed a trace of surprise.
