The people were now at an altitude of over two thousand ters, and suddenly losing the protection of the Wind Barrier made it difficult for many to stand steadily.
So who were standing right on the deck were even lifted by the strong wind, almost being blown straight out, a narrow escape indeed.
The two mages were panicked at this mont, equally affected by the raging winds, unable to maintain their concentration for spellcasting.
To be frank, they were just two middle-level professionals.
It’s one thing to show off in front of ordinary people and those rcenaries, but once they encounter a real expert, they’re only left to be beaten.
In truth, these two had very little practical experience.
Though both were mages hired by the Wind Roc Inn, they normally wouldn’t encounter any danger.
Their usual task was just to take turns refreshing the Wind Barrier during flights, at most encountering one or two airborne magic beasts, and then injecting a bit more magic power into the Wind Barrier to prevent it from being broken.
Moreover, with the speed of the Wind Roc within the Adren Kingdom, there weren’t any flying magic beasts that could catch up to them; they hardly needed to do anything, just wait for the Wind Roc to shed the danger itself.
However, the situation they encountered today was by far the most severe accident in their years of flying.
Not only for them, but it was also a crisis that hadn’t been seen in the entire Adren Kingdom for a long ti.
The Wind Cavalry Corps of the Beast Race charged directly into the kingdom, sothing that hadn’t happened since the wars decades ago.
These wind cavalry were riding a kind of magic beast called the "Black Feathered Demon Vulture", which was extrely swift, rivaling the bigness of the Wind Roc.
And their captain was even riding a High-level Sub-Dragon.
This Sub-dragon’s bloodline purity was extrely high, and based on its appearance, many could easily mistake it for a true mber of the Dragon Clan.
The Sub-dragon’s attack power was formidable; each fiery breath inflicted significant damage to the Wind Roc, and it was the one that broke the Wind Barrier that protected everyone.
At this mont, the two mages were continuously chanting spells, trying to reopen the Wind Barrier.
But the turbulent surroundings made it impossible for them to concentrate, continually interrupting them whenever they tried to speak.
As the wind cavalry were about to seize the opportunity, a semi-transparent shield suddenly lit up on the back of the Wind Roc, blocking all those beastn outside.
"This... Rox? Did you cast this?"
One mage showed an expression of surprise, turning his gaze to his companion.
"No, it wasn’t ..."
His companion was equally bewildered, clearly indicating that the suddenly appearing shield was not his doing.
Before the two could ponder further, a fierce Gust of Gang Wind suddenly swept across the sky.
This gang wind not only extinguished the flas on the deck but also carried countless invisible blades, sweeping indiscriminately towards the surrounding group of wind cavalry.
"Aooo!!"
The beastn and Black Feathered Demon Vultures couldn’t dodge in ti, and they were hit, erupting with fountains of blood from their bodies, each one screaming as they fell.
The leading Sub-dragon resisted to the end and even managed to counterattack, firing several gigantic fireballs that crashed against the shield.
Unfortunately, the seemingly thin, semi-transparent shield was incredibly sturdy, showing not a hint of cracking under the fierce bombardnt, leaving the beastman captain dumbfounded.
"Boom!"
Just as he attempted one last struggle, a deafening thunder echoed from above, a blinding lightning bolt instantly struck him, reducing both man and dragon to charred remains.
In the shelter above, the two mages were utterly stunned by the series of sudden changes.
They all stared blankly at the fallen position of the wind cavalry captain, speechless for a long ti.
That was a High-level Sub-Dragon, yet it was so effortlessly dispatched; what level was this person!?
"Lord Jixing, was that you... thank you so much! If not for your intervention, we might have..."
Pilei stood next to Zhang Xiaoman, witnessing how his casual gestures annihilated the entire squad of beastman wind cavalry, filled with endless admiration.
Quietly, he counted his blessings.
Thankfully, they had such a Holy Rank figure accompanying them this ti; otherwise, with just their defensive power, facing an ard wind cavalry squad at such high altitudes would certainly spell disaster.
Although it was unclear how these wind cavalry ended up here, it had to be said they were truly just unlucky.
Attacking anyone else would have been wiser, but to assault a Holy Demon Master was sheer madness.
"It’s nothing, as a fellow traveler, I naturally couldn’t stand idly by."
Zhang Xiaoman didn’t seem too emotionally stirred.
To him, the wind cavalry were no different from ordinary mixed soldiers; he’s slain countless such foes in the Black Fog World.
"Soone’s coming."
As if sensing sothing, Zhang Xiaoman looked downward.
Beside him, Pilei also craned his neck to peek, but lacking Spiritual Vision, he could not possibly see through the Wind Roc to discover who approached, looking puzzled.
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