Chapitre 451: Prince Findir of The Northern Wind (Final)

His throne world suddenly overtook mine with sharp gusts of the wind darting towards me, infiltrating my own throne world. So, I quickly retaliated, using the surrounding tornados as javelins that easily consumed the blades of wind and poured into the dark elf's own throne world. 

From all sides, the surrounding ground, walls, and sky of wind attempted to consume each and every tornado, but as I reinforced it with my own [Advanced Air Magic], it tore through each feeble swirling attempt. 

"What the…" My face paled as all of his wind diverted from the tornado and gushed towards me like a rushing river. There was so much that even as I attempted to use [Flight] to escape and [Wind Control] to push back against the rushing gusts, I was getting sliced up and injured.