Unlike Demon Illusion Island, a floating island piled from Cloud Soil, Wind Island was essentially a fragment of land that had been split away, only borne aloft upon the clouds by an exceptionally stable wind with extraordinarily high energy intensity.
The stability of this strange wind defied imagination. Walking across Wind Island's lush green grass, one could not feel in the slightest that the island had been blown into the sky; it felt almost no different from standing upon the mainland.
Moreover, Wind Island occupied an exceptionally blessed location. Though it was surrounded by thick, cotton-like cumulonimbus clouds spiraling upward, the clouds directly above it were so thin that any casual gust could blow them away. In other words, as long as the wind-element creatures living here wished it, every day could be bright and clear.
The more Angel learned about Wind Island, the more he felt that this place was quite good. The wind-element creatures around them also regarded them with curiosity and friendliness. Such an excellent environment was highly suitable for establishing an outpost branch.
Of course, it would have been even better if there were fewer mischievous wind-element spirits.
Thinking this, Angel plucked a little blue-skinned puppy from his waist.
This little puppy had been the first wind-element spirit to rush over after Gondola landed. It seemed extremely curious about the sun-and-moon pattern on his wizard robe. It bit down on one of the suns and refused to let go. Angel had finally managed to pull it off, only for the little brat to turn into a gust of wind and scatter between his fingers. Then it ran to the other side, condensed back into shape, and pounced again.
However, before the blue-skinned puppy could leap onto his clothes this time, invisible Gravity Veins pressed it straight