Ryan fled very quickly.
The wings on his back weren't for him to fly but to accelerate.
They had a special feature that could let him move faster when they were flapped.
He had always charged with the acceleration of his wings to approach the enemy.
It was the first time he used them for fleeing.
His body that weighed several tons destroyed everything in his way like a tank.
He was frightened. He had never felt the fear of death so vividly in his life.
Having no time to bother with the dense ice blades on his body or his bleeding wounds, he simply ran to the rear after he escaped from the tornado.
As a result, the ten thousand bone devils under his command fled too.
In the eye of the tornado, Roland saw that he had half of his mana left and then localized the nearest enemies, before he "walked" to them.
At this moment, things weren't looking very good for the army of devils.
They had gotten a tough nut to crack.
