
Winds.
Countless gusts of wind.
This was the first thing Joelson felt as he entered the mountains.
Countless gusts of wind blew towards him from all directions.
They are cold, soft, and sharp. Different gusts of wind made the magic shield around Joelson ring.
Joelson looked around and saw that he was now at the foot of the mountain. This terrifying gust of wind was constantly blowing from the top of the mountain.
Joelson slowly lowered his body. The wind is getting louder and more complicated.
The wind element was so thick that it could be seen with the naked eye. The green mist flowed swiftly around him.
The higher he went, the stronger the wind.
Joelson frowned a little. He was ready to change his direction and look elsewhere.
However, he suddenly found a figure swaying in the storm in front of the mountain.
It was someone from the Light Church.
He has infiltrated the canyon even more than Joelson. The magic shield around him was like a piece of paper, giving the feeling that it would break at any moment.
He seemed very determined to enter the depths of the canyon. Even though he barely survived, he still continued to climb upwards.
Joelson frowned a little. After thinking for a moment, he still chose to go up the mountain.
His domain was scattered around him, protecting space within three yards of Joelson.
When all the wind blew within this three-yard distance, it would be countered by domain power.
Joelson's speed suddenly increased many times over, and he quickly climbed the mountain.
The people from the Light Church that Joelson saw, with demigod power, struggled to move forward in the stormy sea.
He was like a small sailboat bobbing in a tsunami, with the possibility of being overturned at any moment.
"Suck!"
He paused and took a deep breath, making use of the time to absorb the extremely thin magical elements in the air, to recover some of his weak strength.
"This storm's mountain is too difficult. Most likely, even if I understood the mysterious truth, I might not be able to reach the peak. Let's see the strength of this storm."
A bitter smile appeared on his face. "To obtain the final reward, one must at least be a god or a genius who has comprehended two or more mysterious truths. Maybe only the Archangel and the second angel can do it."
"Ugh, I really want to see what the prize is for this stage."
He sighed helplessly, staring at the mountain peak in front of him, which he could not see the peak.
The tornado that had turned into a corporeal shape frightened him.
Even if a medium-level demigod attacked, he would probably be instantly destroyed.
After hesitating for a long time, he still decided to leave.
He might still have a chance at the trial but he only had one life.
He could wait until he was strong enough before heading to another experimental plane.
Right at this moment, streams of light flashed past his eyes.
Oh?
The demigod was stunned for a moment, unable to react.
What just passed by?
Rubbing his eyes, he saw a figure not far in front of him clearly. His eyes suddenly widened.
A human figure used an extremely tyrannical method to break through the tornado barrier and charge forward.
The various forces of the wind element that were extremely tormenting him seemed to be unable to block the figure at all. Even his speed did not slow down at all as he continued to rush forward.
It was as if a knight suddenly ignored all the enemies and rushed into the depths of the camp amidst the tragic battlefield.
That was too shocking!
Who among them did not advance carefully on the training ground? Isn't this guy too strong?
Was he a genius of the Light Church or a member of the God of Slaughter?
When he sensed the aura emanating from the other party's body, his mouth was gaping. He's really dumbfounded.
god level?
'The God of Light, am I dreaming?'
Suddenly, when he saw clearly who the figure in front of him was, he was stunned.
It was a god-level figure riding on that terrifying dragon?
Didn't he have a deep background that allowed him to possess a dragon?
The demigod was completely dumbfounded.
So, he relied on his own strength to subdue the dragon.
...
At the top of the mountain, Joelson saw more and more demigods. There were even middle-tier demigods.
Actually, not many of them. Often, there will be one left behind.
No more than ten of them along the way. Some were from the Light Church, while others came from the Divine Kingdom of Slaughter.
Joelson guessed that after entering the gate of light, everyone was immediately teleported to a different mountain peak.
Looking at the few people who were moving forward with great difficulty, Joelson still did not feel any pressure.
His domain was too powerful and, as the power of the twelve divine sparks increased, his domain also became increasingly solid.
Even a demigod realm would not be able to withstand the force of the wind here, but Joelson realm was able to do so.
This was because the dominions of most gods were too weak.
Compared to Joelson, it was like a giant bubble or, more precisely, a broken wooden house made of tree branches.
The appearance of Joelson made the demigods who struggled to climb this wind dumbfounded.
"Hurry, look at that guy!"
"The speed is very fast!"
"Yes the God of Light, have I seen anything? He's still a god?"
There was even a demigod who was so shocked to see Joelson that he could not concentrate on facing the incoming storm and was about to crash.
As he continued to climb forward, he was surprised to find that several gods were trapped in the same place. They were like a slow-moving circle of snails.
What the hell is going on?
As he looked carefully, he saw that the mountain road ahead had suddenly become much narrower. This caused the storm that blew from the top of the mountain to be several times fiercer.
That's enough resistance to stop most people.
He slowed down and flew slowly, only entering the wind gap.
He slowed down and flew slowly, feeling the pressure.
He took a few more steps.
The pressure suddenly increased by several times, and it was still increasing rapidly.
The difficulty continues to increase.
He frowned deeply. At this rate, he might be able to pass through the wind gap smoothly but the path after that would become even more difficult.
Joelson stop.
He seemed to have caught something in his heart, but he was not too sure.
No, this shouldn't have happened.
Thinking back to how he had walked step by step from the foot of the mountain to here, a bold guess came to Joelson's mind.
Because this is a test plane.
If all this is a trial.
Joelson's eyes blinked. Then the method to pass the examination definitely did not depend on strength to withstand it!
Tornadoes that come from different directions, sharp or soft, like symbols and language, try to tell him something.
The headwind never goes far!
When Joelson learned of this, he slowly and decisively spread the power of the domain around him in the gap of the wind.