Lin Zhen's cultivation in the wind had also reached a critical juncture.
Without any foundation in the wind element, he had spent nearly a hundred years gaining insight, and had finally achieved something.
Every movement technique he performed in the wind was free of even the slightest redundancy or error.
As gales a thousand times the speed of sound swept past him, he could keenly detect every minute difference and make the most effortless, accurate judgment.
His understanding of the wind had already reached an extremely high level.
"I can pass through the level-sixty area now without any problem, but beyond level seventy, I'm afraid it will still be difficult."
"To truly comprehend the essence of wind, one must remain unmoved by the wind and become the wind itself. But how can that be done?"
In the level-fifty-nine area, Lin Zhen had pondered this question for a very, very long time, yet he had found no answer.
Below level sixty, the wind was a thousand times the speed of sound. Beyond level sixty, it was likely sub-light speed wind.
Lin Zhen was somewhat confident that he could withstand sub-light speed wind, but beyond level seventy, it would definitely be wind at the speed of light!
Lin Zhen knew that he still could not resist wind at the speed of light.
Just as he was thinking, a surge of malice suddenly approached from behind!
Lin Zhen abruptly turned around in the wind, and his pupils contracted!
Someone had come—four God Kings!
Golden, silver, bronze, and iron light flickered around these four men. Above them stood a mountain range protecting them, its weight beyond description. Even the thousand-times-Speed-of-Sound gale here could not shake it in the slightest!
One had to know that the wind here could blow apart even a planet, yet