"The wind is getting stronger..."
By the time Fang Qianyuan noticed this, he had already lost every avenue of retreat.
Endless wind-type origin energy blew straight at him, carrying the biting force of the laws of the Wind Path. It swiftly destroyed what little influence he still possessed. The threads extended by his will could no longer disturb that powerful flow, becoming ever more insignificant.
Fang Qianyuan felt his body beginning to float. His feet could barely hold their ground.
Under such conditions, a mere mortal could never keep his footing.
An ordinary person would have been trembling with terror long ago, thinking only of survival.
But Fang Qianyuan was different. He had not come here to preserve his life, but to challenge himself.
And to comprehend the mysteries and advance to earth rank!
The Wind-Deflecting Art is almost at its limit!
Before, I could use the Wind-Deflecting Art together with the influence of my will to weaken the wind's interference and keep my footing. But now, it looks like I'll soon be blown away!
Once that happens, I'll be trapped in midair with nothing to brace against!
Fang Qianyuan quickly realized that merely influencing it would not do. He had to truly control it!
The heaven and earth essence around him was flowing far too violently. Merely influencing it did nothing to increase his own strength.
It was like facing a powerful enemy army. Even with a fortified city to defend, the day would inevitably come when its walls were breached.
His own spirit essence was like a shortage of soldiers. A few dozen or a hundred men were utterly useless against thousands upon thousands of enemy troops.
Influencing and disrupting a portion of the enemy forces through spies' false reports, deliberate feints, and similar means was still far