Early in the morning, mist filled the mountain woods. Tiny droplets lingered on the leaves, slowly trickling down the branches and foliage.
Sunlight spilled across the area, making the droplets sparkle brilliantly and lending the scene a vibrant sense of life.
The peaceful scene was shattered by a piercing, shrill whine. Every creature still asleep that morning jolted awake, then felt a violent gale sweep toward them and fled in panic.
Bzz! Bzz! Bzz!
The piercing sound rang out alongside fierce gusts of wind, gradually forming a swirling tornado that sent the surrounding trees swaying and their leaves rustling wildly!
"Master, don't just stand there! Hurry, suppress it with your mental strength!"
Mo Xie raised an arm to shield his eyes against the wind blasting into his face, urging him on breathlessly.
"I know... I know..."
Beside him, Zu Xingyi stood nervously, cold sweat constantly beading on his forehead. His left hand gripped his right wrist, his expression grave.
Above his right palm, with its five fingers curled, floated a small green sphere of spinning wind-element magic. Because it was unstable, it lashed out with powerful gusts that struck their faces painfully.
Following Mo Xie's instructions, Zu Xingyi focused his gaze. His powerful mental strength surged out, concentrating on the sphere in an instant.
Enveloped in his mental strength, the sphere gradually stabilized. Instead of wobbling erratically, it spun evenly clockwise, the paths of the wind-element magic energy inside clearly visible.
But it wasn't over yet. His mental strength did not stop pouring in once the sphere stabilized.
As he deliberately shaped it, four small, sharp cyan blades began forming around the wind sphere. As their rotation accelerated, they gradually extended outward until they were over a meter long.
Spinning too fast to leave anything but afterimages, the sharp wind