The battlefield had now split into two sides.
He occupied one side alone, facing countless hate-filled gazes, as well as tempests and howls that churned the sea of clouds.
Compared to the groups of massive wind-element creatures, Angel appeared especially tiny. Yet his bearing was remarkably unyielding. Even in the face of malice like a raging storm, his expression did not change.
"Kill!"
"We have to kill him!"
The cries continuously reached Angel's ears, while the wind around him began to grow restless.
Harriken stepped to the very front at this moment. It did not immediately begin the battle. Instead, it drew a deep breath with all its strength, sucking vast amounts of wind and cloud into its chest. Its upper body instantly swelled by a third.
Roughly two seconds later, the enlarged Harriken slowly exhaled.
That breath wound on endlessly like a serpent, rising several hundred meters into the sky before finally turning into a black phantom whirlwind. From the highest point of the battlefield, it overlooked all living things.
"That is the final wisp of wind Aimoer left behind. It will witness your death." Harriken stared at Angel and announced the beginning of the battle in an icy tone.
Angel also saw the black whirlwind in the sky. It was the great Whirlwind that had fought Toby before ultimately self-destructing.
So its name had been Aimoer.
Aimoer's appearance stirred not the slightest ripple in Angel. Aimoer had taken the initiative to provoke the battle, and death had been its destination.
Still, Angel had not particularly wanted to play out the whole "kill the young, and the old come running" routine. Even though Harriken was a creature from another wind territory, he had initially wanted to see whether they could talk.
But judging from this series of reactions, conversation