“What... what... was that just now?”
In the Iron Forest, the cyan wind elf hovered in the air with a unique moan, seemingly waiting for the call of the wind demon.
The surrounding wind seemed to have a life of its own, following the wind elves as they circled in the air. The wind was gentle, but the amount was astonishing. Everyone felt as if they were in a sea of wind... ...
At this moment, the wind demon that caused all of this was no longer there. Only Wang Goudan was left floating in mid-air. He looked at the place where the Wind Elves had left in a daze, his face filled with confusion. The black scales on his body were actually visibly dissipating... ...
Not far away, Tyrifson and the others held their breaths, not daring to move at all. They were afraid that they would alarm the wind elves that had yet to dissipate, and something unexpected would happen... ...
Even though the main character that caused all of this was no longer around...
“What is that?”
