"Long live the elves! Long live His Majesty!"
The Elven King's words made the elves below excited, and they raised the weapons in their hands.
The Elven King put his hands together, and circles of green hurricanes appeared on his arms. Those hurricanes connected and turned into a massive wind blade 100 meters tall, looking solid. The whistling hurricanes sucked the air in the vicinity, making it difficult for the elves to breathe.
"Platinum-tier fighting technique, Storm Breath Cut!"
Swoosh!
