As the Gale's three tail feathers smashed down, Feng Qingwu's face turned pale with fear.
Meanwhile, after a very brief moment of daze, Wu Qi spun and fled to a random direction. With just a blink of his body, he was already tens of miles away, barely avoiding the direct impact from the feathers. In the next moment, the tail feathers fell gently to the ground. Shrouded by gusts of strong, dark-green winds, they gently enveloped Feng Qingwu, as well as several hundred cavalries around her. Wu Qi felt his body become lighter abruptly, and a couple dozens of whirlwinds appeared below his feet, spinning, carrying him up into the sky.
The winds came with a shocking force, and they contained a power of principle that pointed straight to the Essence of wind. Wu Qi's body spun rapidly with the wind, as a wind force kept invading his body, trying to assimilate him into a gust of wind, a puff of air.