Emerald Winds filled heaven and earth, and Wu Hen felt himself swept into an ancient battlefield.
The first surge of the Fei Winds circled the sky; although the wind was invisible, through his perception, Wu Hen saw it as countless feathered sparrows bristling with blades.
They flapped their wings, revealing sharp talons and beaks flashing with cold light. They hovered above Wu Hen's head, and as the Moon Palace Wind Princess, resembling Chang'e, let out a long, singing howl, all of the Fei Wind Sparrows rushed toward Wu Hen. They drew incredibly graceful lines of wind and converged into a throne of storms.
Wu Hen's pupils flickered between light and shadow, faced with such divine craftsmanship of the wind, he felt all his beliefs being devoured, yet there was still an unyielding and stubborn voice deep within his soul!
