Northern airspace—the hurricane was like a prison.
The superstorm raised by the Sky-Submerging Vortex Emperor had already engulfed all of New Port City.
A hundred-kilometer-wide mass of hurricane clouds pressed overhead. Lightning tore frantically through the clouds, while winds above Force 12 swept container cranes into the sky like scraps of paper. Seawater flooded back into the city, murky waves battering the buildings. More than half the city was already underwater.
Killua hovered in midair, his silver hair plastered tightly against his face by the wind.
His clothes had long since been shredded into strips by wind blades. His arms, chest, and legs were covered in wounds of varying depths, and the blood that seeped out at Gang was scattered by the wind before it could even drip.
The blue-white lightning at his fingertips was blown apart by the violent airflow at Gang's appearance. It could not even travel half a meter.
"Damn it."
Killua gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath.
His Godspeed relied on lightning stimulating his muscles to unleash extreme speed.
But inside this storm, the air itself was in chaos.
Every time he accelerated, crosscurrents knocked him off course. His speed had been cut by at least half.
And the Sky-Submerging Vortex Emperor was hidden within the eye of the hurricane.
The entire cloud mass was its body, and the storm was its weapon.
It did not even need to show itself. By controlling the wind alone, it could toy with him endlessly.
Screee!
A piercing shriek came from deep within the clouds.
More than a dozen massive wind blades slashed toward Killua from every direction.
Before the wind blades even arrived, the surrounding air had already been cut apart, producing an ear-piercing howl.
Killua flashed away, activating Godspeed and barely avoiding most of the