Wind.
Countless gusts of wind.
This was the first thing that Joelson felt as he entered the mountain range.
Countless gusts of wind were blowing at him from all directions.
They were cold, gentle, and sharp. The different gusts of wind made the magic shields around Joelson ring.
Joelson looked around and saw that he was now at the foot of a mountain. These terrifying gusts of wind were constantly blowing down from the top of the mountain.
Joelson slowly lowered his body. The wind was getting stronger and more complicated.
The wind element was so thick that it could be seen with the naked eye. A green mist was flowing rapidly around him.
The higher he went, the stronger the wind.
Joelson frowned slightly. He was ready to change his direction and look elsewhere.
However, he suddenly found a swaying figure in the hurricane in front of the mountain.
It was someone from the Church of Light.