"Gale Sweep!"
Ellin swept her hand upward, and Anemo surged.
Vast amounts of Anemo gathered, forming countless small, densely packed Wind Blades.
The Wind Blades spun at high speed, clustering into a vast storm that skimmed along the ground!
With a casual sweep of Ellin's hand, the storm of Wind Blades raced along the ground, howling toward the horde of charging Hilichurls like a gale sweeping through.
The rapidly spinning Wind Blades let out an unbroken shriek, like a storm made of countless razor-sharp steel blades whirling at high speed.
Wherever it passed, vegetation was shredded, rocks were pulverized, and the uneven ground was instantly shaved flat!
In mere seconds, the ground-hugging storm collided with the Hilichurl ranks.
Reality was always more real than a game.
The instant it met the Hilichurl ranks, screams rang out one after another.
Countless Wind Blades as sharp as steel knives howled through, unstoppable.
Before such densely packed Wind Blades, the short Hilichurls were shredded into scraps of flesh in an instant.
The towering Hilichurl Berserkers had their legs shredded just as quickly. They crashed to the ground, where the oncoming Wind Blades tore them apart!
Over a dozen Hilichurls vanished in that first instant of contact, yet the storm of countless Wind Blades continued to tear through their ranks unchecked. Only after slaying more than fifty smaller Hilichurls and over a dozen Hilichurl Berserkers did it exhaust its power and dissipate.
But though the storm had vanished, its path was littered with scraps of flesh, shattered bones, and torn Hilichurl organs.
A bloody mist hung in the air. Blood seeped into the ground, staining the earth red. The thick stench of blood was nauseating.
The scene resembled hell itself.
Ellin paid it no mind. With a beckoning gesture, the Skyward Blade appeared in