Tempest Wings

"No! Impossible!"

Du Ming, who was midway in the air, couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, and neither could all the surrounding onlookers. While staring at the sky in surprise, many people even stood up excitedly.

"That, that!"

"What is happening?"

"He can fly! His Excellency One Sword knows how to fly!"

Yes, he could fly. Of course, Lin Yao, who had leaped into the sky, had not lost his mind. The powers of the wind and thunder formed bolts of tempest wings behind him. While flapping this pair of wings, Lin Yao's perfect figure, which had jumped into the sky, seemed to show no intent to drop. It was continuously soaring higher and higher.

Ignoring everyone's astonishment and horror, he looked down at Du Ming from a towering height. Du Ming, who had exhausted his strength, had already fallen to the ground. Lin Yao gradually put down his raised right hand, and a cold and indifferent voice was heard.

"It's over."