"Dare to do it one more time, nine goes out, fourteen comes back!"
Emperor Luan laughed heartily, his eyes twinkling as he looked at Phoenix Chao Fei. He said five times based on fact, but that Phoenix was taking things for granted.
To take off three times, even he had not accomplished that back in the day, having fallen eight times before he could finally take flight!
Su He lay within the clouds, eyes closed, recalling the recent sprint.
Flying under the oppressive Gang Wind wasn't something that could be achieved through brute force or Divine Skills—it was something else! The Gang Wind could not be removed or dispersed; it was truly troublesome.
He emerged from the clouds, looking up at the sky once more. Below him, the clouds turned gently, lifting him slowly upward. This time, Su He ascended so gradually it was almost imperceptible.
But barely had he risen a fraction, just as the clouds underneath him began to leave the mountain's surface, the Gang Wind bore down upon him.
