One million five hundred thousand meters, a distance utterly beyond the comprehension of the illiterate Miss Seraphina.
She merely felt as if Falcon, carrying her and Helen, had barely exchanged a few words before whooshing through the endless ocean formed by the convergence of annihilative essences.
"Can Head of Wind… even accomplish such a feat?"
Helen suddenly inquired, "Lord Falcon, the 'air currents' you manipulate seem capable of evading even a destructive amalgam of this magnitude."
Upon hearing anything related to the head of wind, Seraphina's ears perked up instantly, and she soon heard Falcon's gentle response:
"True strength invariably converges through diverse paths... It's merely a minor technique, not greatly related to the power bestowed by our master. Lawrence and the others have their own methods to evade these essences, otherwise, they couldn't wait for us in the deepest layers. As for the special powers of the Head of Wind..."