Making a Move

A level-one Wind Mage could only condense one wind blade. With each level gained, the number of wind blades doubled. A level-six Windrunner possessed a full thirty-two wind blades.

Bang, bang, bang. Wind blades crisscrossed the room, shattering the furniture one after another. The man in the baseball cap tore apart like a mirage.

Star Illusion Art? Wings of the Wind God's brow twitched. Then he saw the man in the baseball cap appear ahead of him, a dagger in his left hand and a gun in his right, raising the muzzle to fire at him.

A warning suddenly rose in the heart of the handsome, elegant Wings of the Wind God. Ignoring both the enemy in front of him and the bullets, he raised a hand and pushed to the right. The airflow howled as it condensed into a wall of wind.

A Saint-stage skill: Wind Wall!

Wind Wall was the Wind Mage's only defensive skill, formed from rapidly flowing air. The faster a blade or bullet traveled, the stronger the rebound.

Its weakness was that it offered little protection against heavy, slow weapons.

Bang! Bang!

Two deafening gunshots rang out—not from the front, but from the right.

Two gleaming yellow bullets struck the high-speed wall of air and were instantly deflected. One embedded itself in the ceiling, while the other pierced the bedding with a puff and vanished.

Though Wind Mages could not resist illusions, they could sense an enemy's true location through changes in the airflow.

Amid the gunshots, the illusion shattered on its own, and the man in the baseball cap appeared on the right.

Wings of the Wind God neither looked at the stray bullets nor paid attention to the enemy. He pressed a hand onto Jia Feizhang's shoulder, forcing him down into the chair,