Storm Devouring (Part Two)

Reilo flew toward them.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A dozen or so powerful Wind Spirit warriors flew over.

Several of the leaders were even stronger than Biang. Two of them had already reached the third-level biological stage, which was why they could fly through the Death Storm.

They looked at Reilo nervously.

After the sudden disaster, the tens of thousands of Wind Spirits stationed at Saint Bilimoya had been reduced to the survivors aboard these three airships.

Even so, in terms of the resilience of their civilization, the Wind Spirits far surpassed the Moluros.

Under the laws of competition and survival, no civilization could guarantee that it would remain powerful forever. Finding a way to continue surviving while at a disadvantage was itself a path of evolution.

"Sorry, but I need all the gilding here."

With his Sun and Moon Eyes, Reilo gazed toward the three pale-gold metal airships, each more than twenty meters long. The surface of his body swelled slightly, and a layer of black rock spread over him, gradually transforming him into a terrifying rock monster.

"So it really was you!!!"

Although the leader of the Wind Spirit clan still did not know the exact cause of the upheaval, Reilo's actions had clearly revealed the answer to him.

This sudden Death Storm was likely not limited to Saint Bilimoya. It was an apocalyptic disaster sweeping across the Everlasting Tree Realm!

Just like the destruction of the Rotting Sand Tower United Kingdom, these evil and powerful two-legged creatures had destroyed this place as well!

Perhaps...

The Wind Spirits aboard these three airships were also the last remnants of Wind Spirit civilization.

In an instant, an indescribably heavy sense of responsibility surfaced in his heart—the continuation of his civilization!

A trace of coldness, desolation, and despair spread from the depths