This is truly a major crisis.
However, a crisis that doesn't erupt isn't a crisis.
I breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward again, moving into the last five meters.
I've now reached the outermost edge of its sword's range, and if I don't make a move soon, I'll face its impending attack. But if it wants to attack me, it will have to abandon the powerful flow of magic power it's about to unleash, and instead defend against my attack.
As for why I got so close...
It's a bit embarrassing to admit, but I really didn't know how to control the wind blade. Just managing to compress and control it was already exhausting all my strength, let alone determining its direction of travel after it was released, or controlling the speed at which the condensed wind blade gathered free-state magic and the speed at which it dissipated, twisted, and deformed.
If you deviate directly from the direction, or if you reach the statue of the Celestial Emperor after traversing a long distance and it is already nearly ineffective, that would be terrible.
This is almost equivalent to wasting a precious spellcasting opportunity, and there's no guarantee that you'll get a second chance.
The simplest way is to get close, manually aim, and hope that it hits the target accurately, instead of flying around randomly and even shattering the gem you hope to keep...
Just as I was thinking this, a huge shadow suddenly fell down without my noticing.
Looking up in confusion, a grayish-white shadow suddenly descended with swift speed—
"despair!"
"Clang—!!!!!"
A far more intense and ear-piercing clang of metal erupted in front of him.
To everyone's astonishment, before the feathered arrow had crumpled into a ball, the falling black star was slammed directly to the ground, its legs deeply embedded in the shattered marble floor, scattering a dazzling spray of red.
"Damn it! What are you doing!"
A hoarse voice rang out from ahead. The man with his back to him did not turn around, but instead exerted more force on the straight sword in his hand, cutting off the half of the broken wing along with it.
"Whatever you're going to do, hurry! There's no time to hesitate!"
Just as he said, the broken sculpture that he had forcibly shaken off earlier was rushing straight towards them, and the three people watching the situation from behind were also rushing over with anxious expressions. Xiaoxi, who reacted even faster, had already shot an arrow, but failed to achieve the desired effect.
Before us, the statue of the Celestial God, having sacrificed the remaining half of its wing, still turned halfway around, its face still sculpted with a false compassion, as it raised its broadsword, which shone with a brilliant deep blue light.
I closed my eyes one last time, raised my hand, aimed one last time in a crosshair pattern, and then released.
【Ride the wind! Like a free bird!】
The slender wind blades, imbued with the power of flight, seemed to have been given a pair of transparent wings, allowing them to fly lightly and freely into the distance.
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