"He let so many of us be massacred, yet hid here by himself." The God of Wind grew angrier the more he spoke. Though his figure had already vanished, at that moment he reached out viciously and passed straight through me.
He was simply too fast. Not only that, his entire body had become elemental, transforming into a gust of wind that passed right through me. I found myself unable to stop him.
After all, no matter how sharp my sword was, it could not slay a gale.
He had already reached Zhang Fan's side and extended his hand. A concentrated storm was contained in his palm.
Although it looked weak, the power compressed within it was actually unimaginable.
Once this strike landed, it would sweep across tens of billions of kilometers of land. The terrifying storm would destroy everything. This was the strength of the God of Wind. As a god, his abilities were unfathomable.
Yet at that moment, he did not attack. Zhang Fan was sprawled on the ground, constantly murmuring the names of many people.
Some of those names made the God of Wind's expression change slightly. He sighed and withdrew his hand.
Zhang Fan knew nothing of this. I froze for a moment, then stepped in front of him.
"Don't worry. I won't attack him anymore. Let him sleep." The God of Wind sighed and, like a gust of wind, came before the God of Wine.
"How have you been all these years?" the God of Wine asked.
"Who could catch me?" the God of Wind said coldly.
"That's true. You're the God of Wind, the fastest among us." The God of Wine nodded, then picked up his gourd. "Want some?"
The God of Wind's expression shifted slightly, and he said coldly, "If you dare use