This Little Wind Couldn't Possibly Harm Me

On the other side, Su Yang had slammed his head directly into a utility pole and nearly fainted.

Although his healing ability had taken effect immediately, it still needed some time to work. After all, it was only Level Two Healing.

Before he could react after landing, the wind sent his entire body flying again.

In just a few seconds, the howling wind had blown him seventy or eighty meters away. Just before he hit the ground, his mind cleared. He performed a forward roll, rolled once across the ground, and then sprawled flat to lower his center of gravity.

By now, he was basically in the typhoon's eye. The wind speed was already approaching Level Fifteen, and the force of winds at that level was terrifying.

Trash cans along the roadside had been overturned, sending garbage flying everywhere. Some of the thinner roadside trees had been snapped in half, and the roofs of quite a few houses had been ripped away. The whole scene was in complete chaos.

Su Yang pressed himself tightly against the ground and cursed furiously, "Fuck this damn wind!!"

He was now nearly a hundred meters away from everyone else. The wind was no longer blowing in gusts like before—it was blowing continuously without a pause.

As long as the wind did not stop, he could not get back for the time being.

Lying on the ground, Su Yang looked toward a house on his right, hurriedly turned around, and struggled to crawl over.

Just as he was about to reach the doorway, whoosh—his entire body was mercilessly lifted into the air by the gale once again.

Bang!

A muffled impact rang out as Su Yang's back slammed solidly into the trunk of a tree as thick as a person's thigh.

The moment he landed,