Typhoon

Ugh!

Gale howled past, rattling windows and doors, causing trees to tremble and branches to bend to one side.

Residents Berserk Sea Coast have extensive experience in dealing with Hurricane weather, so they keep their doors and windows tightly shut, affix cross seals, and take shelter away from balconies and windows.

Even so, listening to the howling wind and the occasional sharp Wind Sound outside, and feeling the houses tremble slightly, they couldn't help but feel worried and afraid, and the Vagrant people took refuge in Church or workhouses.

On the sea, where the waves rose and fell, sometimes crashing against the sky, Lumian's figure, wearing Hood and Black Robe, was outlined amidst the Gale.

His clothes were flapping wildly in the wind, and his Hood was about to fall off.

Lacking the ability to fly or float, he surveyed the typhoon's Core Area, surrounded by layers of cloud walls. Unable to find the coordinates of the Spirit World, his final destination, amidst the chaotic environment, he could only accept what he saw.

Then, he activated the Black Mark on his right shoulder and "Teleportation" into the Depths of the typhoon.

At the same time, in the area where he was originally located, a large number of water droplets that had been swept into the air by the Gale froze into ice, and the temperature plummeted.

Depths the typhoon, Lumian's figure had just emerged when the wind, howling around him, crashed against him like a runaway Steam train, so fierce it was almost tangible.

Lumian was blown away and, in this dark and devastating environment, was once again "Teleportation" Depths into the typhoon by relying on what it saw.

Wherever he went, rain and ice formed, densely packed together.

After several attempts, he finally reached his destination:

The eye of the typhoon!

The Gale seemed to vanish instantly, and the clear blue sky could even be seen high above.

Lumian had no time to appreciate the uniqueness of the place; his light blue and clear Eyes suddenly turned iron black.

As he plummeted at high speed, he quickly observed the surrounding cloud walls and the core structure of the typhoon.

"Weakness Detection!"

Typhoons also have weaknesses!

In just a few seconds, Lumian, who was falling, saw several large patches of Pale White color.

Typhoons have more than one weakness.

Lumian used "Teleportation" again, arriving near the largest Pale White piece and looking down at it from a superior position.

At this point, switching to the pure "Hunter" Pathway Sequence 3, completing the next steps is quite difficult. Even if one can skillfully use explosives and "Harvest" to destroy the typhoon's core structure by targeting its weaknesses, the typhoon may not necessarily dissipate. It may reorganize and strengthen, and the weather will not change in a short period of time.

But why use such a crude method for an "Witch of Unaging"? And the effect might not even be good.

As Lumian began his descent, he took out a Mirror, reflecting the Pale White expanse above the cloud wall and the Hurricane.

This is certainly not to Curse weaknesses and reap the Harvest; the "Witch's" Curse cannot be applied to inanimate objects.

What Lumian was trying to do was simple: to forcibly transfer the typhoon's weaknesses and the weak points in its core structure into the Mirror World.

This is also a form of destruction, and it can be repeated multiple times in a short period of time.

Lumian raised his right hand and, as it fell, quickly stroked the mirror's surface.

A cracking sound rang out, and the Vanity Mirror seemed to be unable to bear the weight and was about to break.

Without hesitation, Lumian poured a large amount of spiritual energy into it, forcibly dragging the cloud wall and the Hurricane into the Mirror World.

As the area suddenly went blank, several cracks appeared in the Mirror in Lumian's hand.

At the same time, the core structure of the typhoon began to disintegrate, and the cloud walls scattered piece by piece.

Lumian used the ability to "Teleportation" and drag things into the Mirror World to continue destroying other structural weaknesses, giving the typhoon no chance to reassemble.

In the end, more and more cloud walls and Hurricane were dragged into the Mirror World.

Along the coastline closest to the typhoon, some people observing the sea from their rooms suddenly noticed that the Gale had subsided and the waves had become less turbulent.

In the distance, the surrounding clouds and Gale seemed to pour into Funnel, cascading down towards a certain place, creating a spectacular sight.

Those who witnessed this scene barely blinked when they inexplicably felt as if a piece of the cloud layer swept away by the Hurricane had vanished out of thin air.

One after another, one after another.

Bang, bang, bang!

Some of the Mirror in their room suddenly shattered, and a gust of wind blew out, but not particularly violently.

This is the aftermath of escaping being lost, having traveled a long way, and randomly choosing a destination within the Mirror World.

A dozen seconds later, the sky gradually cleared in the area affected by the typhoon.

Gazing at the clear blue sky, Lumian plummeted rapidly towards the sea.

With a single "Teleportation," he appeared directly on the azure sea, a thick ice floe beneath his feet.

Under the skillful pull of Unseen Spider Silk, purple-blue Crystal Pillar, Purple Flame Feather, iron-boned crystals, blood of varying shades, charred branches, and seemingly ordinary clear water all flew out of the "Traveler’s Bag," detached from their original containers, and converged in a glass.

Silently, the formed purplish liquid began to Burning, melting the glass and dripping downwards.

Lumian held the Burning liquid in his hands, brought it to his lips, and drank it.

He was instantly ignited, including his reflection in the mirror.

Rumble!

High in the sky, dark clouds piled up, and real Lightning and Hail materialized, drawn by Lumian's state, and struck him.

At this moment, the Spirit World information in this area has not completely changed and still partially corresponds to the typhoon. The information that Lumian changed the weather solely through his own abilities is rapidly merging in.

This gave Lumian a very strong connection with this region and the corresponding Spirit World.

Rumble!

Lightning struck, sharp Hail pelted down, and all sorts of extreme weather events swept in on a small scale, tearing at and destroying the Burning Lumian.

Lumian felt intense pain in his body, mind, and spirit, and his thoughts gradually became blurred, as if he were about to drift into this area, this Spirit World.

This area, this Spirit World, resists the integration of Lumian's spirit and consciousness because he is Destroyers and a changer, and will inevitably be rejected in the short term.

At that moment, Lumian's hazy thoughts heard voices coming from Aurora, from Franca, from Jenna, and from many, many anchors.

His body was torn apart, shattered, and turned to ashes, including his reflection in the mirror and the one hidden within the Sleeping Mirror.

The next second, amidst the wreckage and embers, a purple-blue Flames suddenly ignited, flickering precariously.

The Flames expanded and intensified rapidly, forging within them Iron-Black bones and indescribable, complex symbols and patterns intertwined together.

They gradually formed a body five or six meters tall, as if the legendary Flames Giant had descended into reality.

Immediately afterwards, Lumian's face materialized. Although it was iron-black and shimmered with a metallic sheen, his handsome appearance and masculine temperament were still evident.

He also grew blood-red hair, each strand thick and long like Python, with black and white eyes turning at the top, or a mouth with venomous fangs opening.

A complete Mythical Creature Form!

Mythical Creature Form that incorporates some characteristics of a "Witch"!

At that moment, Lumian vaguely sensed the Banner- like "0-01" and the huge black shadow lurking Depths within the Ancient Well.

These are all things closely related to him and at the top of the Pathway; the former is relatively clearer, while the latter is very blurry, as if shrouded in layers of Gray-White mist.

In addition, three gazes were cast from afar, but Lumian could not discern who they were or where they came from.

This hallucinatory sensation was fleeting, and Lumian's body rapidly shrank, the purple-blue Flames on his skin disappearing as well.

A second later, he transformed back into a human Men, exuding masculinity and a strong, virile aura.

Standing over two meters tall with a bronze complexion, his muscles are not only clearly defined, exuding power and explosiveness, but also possess smooth lines and beautiful shapes, resembling the most outstanding work of a sculptor.

His appearance was more handsome and sharper, the light blue of his Eyes was a little deeper, but the details of his features were very delicate, with a touch of softness that softened his somewhat aggressive look.

Lumian turned his gaze forward, where a thick, crystalline layer of ice had formed over the ocean, and the azure water could be seen surging and churning below.

The "Traveler’s Bag" lay far away on the ice; otherwise, even if it had been specially made by Mr. The Fool, it would have been destroyed in the recent Flame and Calamity weather before this Great Ones could even look upon it.

With an invisible Spider Silk, the "Traveler’s Bag" flew back into Lumian's hands. Lumian took out a change of clothes and put them on, just like an adult forcing a child to wear clothes.

His figure vanished instantly, leaving only pieces of broken ice floes.

A hot and arid region.

People watched from a distance, both frightened and curious, as the Witch took the blood of the dead; some believers even went to the Priest to investigate.

Suddenly, a rumbling thunderclap resounded.

They instinctively looked up and saw that dark clouds had gathered, making the sky quite gloomy.

Snap!

A drop of rain hit the chapped lips of a bystander.

He excitedly raised his hands and shouted, "It's raining! It's going to rain!"

Southern Kingdom of Hagati.

The residents, worried that the Blizzard would collapse their roofs if they stayed inside, considered whether they should take the risk and clean up the area first.

Just then, they saw rays of clear Sunlight shining through the glass and into the house.

The residents rushed to the windows and looked outside.

The leaden clouds that had dominated the sky had all dissipated, and the not-so-warm Sun shone on the earth once more.

The heavy snowflakes falling from the sky gradually decreased until they disappeared.

Rumble!

During Thunderstorm, few people dare to go out; children huddle next to their parents, too scared to sleep.

Their parents, however, were worried about the potential for further Torrential Rain and Flood.

In this mood, they suddenly realized that Lightning hadn't streaked across the sky for a while, and the rumbling thunder had disappeared sometime earlier.

Inside the Luxury Villa in Trier.

Clusters of purple and blue flames flew in and coalesced into the handsome and tall Lumian before Franca, Jenna, Anthony, and Ludwig.

"You've grown taller again..." Franca raised her head and looked at him for a few seconds.