Chapter 19: Falling from the Sky! The Unleashing of a Seventh-Level Tempest
Cries of terror echoed through the streets, mingling with the frantic footfalls of the panicked citizens of Canglan City. The once peaceful town had descended into chaos, its people gripped by fear as they scrambled for safety. The air buzzed with the tension of impending disaster, and the usually disciplined military professionals were now working feverishly to evacuate the masses. Order was maintained by force if necessary—there was no time for hesitation, no room for error.
"What's happening? Why is everyone so scared?"
"I don't know! But look—look at the sky!"
In the midst of the panic, someone pointed towards the southern sky, their voice trembling with disbelief. The southern horizon was ablaze, not with the light of the setting sun, but with a deep, unnatural red that bled across the heavens. And there, silhouetted against the fiery backdrop, was the unmistakable outline of a massive, legendary beast—a dragon.
The beast was no mere figment of imagination. It was a colossal flame dragon, its scales shimmering with an intense heat that warped the air around it. The sight of such a creature, breathing fire with a ferocity that could only be described as apocalyptic, left the crowd in stunned silence.
Even the soldiers, hardened professionals who had faced countless threats before, stood frozen. The appearance of the dragon could mean only one thing—something had gone horribly wrong in the southern suburbs, and whatever it was, it was powerful enough to warrant the evacuation of the entire city.
But just as quickly as it had come, the dragon vanished. The blazing sky dimmed, the fiery glow receding until it was almost as if nothing had happened at all. The citizens exchanged uneasy glances, unsure whether to feel relieved or more terrified. Was the danger truly over, or was this merely a brief reprieve before the storm?
Their question was soon answered.
Without warning, a violent wind began to sweep through the streets of Canglan City. The once gentle breeze turned savage, howling through the buildings and whipping up dust and debris. The sky darkened as thick clouds rolled in, and the air itself seemed to thrum with a palpable energy. Something was coming—something big.
High above the land of death, Lin Yi hovered at the eye of the storm he had summoned. The winds swirled around him, a manifestation of his power as he chanted the incantation for the seventh-level wind spell, **Roaring Tempest of Thousand Waves**. Though he had two opportunities to cast spells instantly, Lin Yi opted to invoke this one slowly, savoring the raw energy that coursed through him. Protected by the wind barrier generated by his **Wings of Gale**, Lin Yi was free from interruptions or attacks, allowing him to test his limits.
As he continued the chant, the skies above began to change. The once peaceful clouds darkened and lowered, swirling into a massive vortex that seemed to suck in all the air around it. The wind grew stronger, more intense, as if the very atmosphere had become a liquid, churning in response to Lin Yi's will.
But this unnatural calm would not last long.
The storm he had summoned began to disturb the uneasy slumber of the dead below. The undead knight Rivendell, sensing the disruption, let out a guttural roar that reverberated through the land of death. His eyes, burning with an unholy fire, locked onto Lin Yi's position in the sky. With a sudden, violent motion, Rivendell raised his massive black sword and pointed it directly at Lin Yi.
The plague water, which had been dried up by Lin Yi's earlier attack, surged back with a vengeance, covering the land in a putrid, bubbling mire. From this cursed water, the dead began to rise once more—fleshless limbs, rotting corpses, and shattered bones reassembled themselves into a macabre army. The **Undead Legion** was reborn, summoned forth by Rivendell's dark power.
The sight was nightmarish. Thousands of undead, clawing their way out of the corrupted earth, their empty eyes glowing with a malevolent light. They were an army of the damned, and their sole purpose was to overwhelm and destroy. The professionals who had initially planned to bring down the world BOSS now trembled with fear. This was no ordinary battle—this was hell on earth.
Lin Yi's eyes narrowed as he assessed the situation through the [Omniscient Eye]. Rivendell's summoning ability was formidable, capable of resurrecting every corpse buried in this forsaken land. If left unchecked, this undead army could swell to unimaginable numbers, turning the entire battlefield into a nightmarish purgatory. The potential for disaster was immense—not just for Lin Yi, but for the entirety of Canglan City.
There was no time to waste.
With a swift motion, Rivendell swung his sword, unleashing a wave of dark energy that tore through the air towards Lin Yi. This was **Dead Soul Breaking Through the Sky**, one of Rivendell's most powerful skills, a slash imbued with the very essence of death. The force of the attack was so great that the air itself seemed to scream as it was torn apart.
Lin Yi could feel the deadly energy bearing down on him, but he remained unfazed. His chant was almost complete, the power of the wind at his fingertips. He could have dodged the attack, but instead, he chose to face it head-on. His lips moved faster, the final words of the spell leaving his mouth just as the deadly slash reached him.
The world seemed to hold its breath.
Then, with a deafening roar, the sky above exploded into chaos. The dark, swirling clouds that had been gathering suddenly collapsed, crashing down to earth like a tsunami. This was no mere storm—this was a force of nature, a cataclysmic event that obliterated everything in its path.
Rivendell's dark slash, which had seemed so unstoppable just moments before, was swallowed by the tempest. The winds tore at it, shredding the dark energy into nothingness, scattering it like dust before the storm.
And then, the true power of the **Roaring Tempest of Thousand Waves** was unleashed.
The professionals on the ground watched in awe and terror as the sky fell upon them. The wall of wind and clouds, dark and furious, descended like a hammer of the gods, smashing into the earth with unimaginable force. Rivendell, who had once seemed invincible, was engulfed in the maelstrom, his massive form battered by the relentless winds.
But Lin Yi wasn't done.
From his vantage point high above, he raised his hand and pointed downward, his eyes blazing with determination. The storm, already at the peak of its fury, intensified. The winds howled louder, the air thick with the power of the elements. The first wall of clouds had not even fully descended before a second, and then a third, materialized in the sky, each one more powerful than the last.
The sight was overwhelming. To the professionals below, it was as if the very heavens had decided to wage war on the earth. The wind was so strong that they could barely stand, their battle pets cowering in fear. The air was thick, oppressive, making it difficult to breathe, let alone move.
And through it all, Lin Yi remained at the center of the storm, his figure a blur amidst the chaos. His mastery of wind magic was absolute, his control over the elements unparalleled. Each of the three cloud walls slammed into the ground with the force of a thousand storms, the combined impact shaking the very earth.
The undead army, which had once been an unstoppable force, was torn apart by the tempest. The wind ripped through their ranks, shattering bones, and scattering the pieces like chaff in the wind. Rivendell, the source of their power, was nowhere to be seen, buried under the wrath of the storm.
When the final cloud wall hit, the world seemed to stand still for a moment, the air heavy with the aftermath of the devastation. The storm began to dissipate, the winds calming as quickly as they had risen. The sky cleared, revealing the ruins of what had once been a battlefield. The undead were gone, reduced to nothing more than dust and echoes.
Lin Yi descended slowly, his eyes scanning the battlefield. The professionals who had witnessed the event could only stare in stunned silence. The mysterious figure in the sky had done the impossible—he had not only defeated the undead knight but had obliterated the very land of death itself.
As Lin Yi touched down, the silence was broken by a low murmur, growing louder with each passing second. It was the sound of awe, of respect, and of fear. The people of Canglan City, both those who had fought and those who had fled, knew one thing for certain: they had witnessed the birth of a legend.
And as Lin Yi walked away from the battlefield, the wind that had once howled with fury now whispered his name, carrying it far and wide.