In an instant, Handmi Holland could only feel a strong, oppressive wind blowing directly at him, so stifling that he could hardly breathe.
The next moment, before he had any chance to react, he felt an overwhelming force pressing down on him, like a giant hammer striking his chest, sending him flying through the air.
"Ugh!"
Blown away like an arrow released from its string, Handmi Holland, in his clumsy form, couldn't help but spit out a large mouthful of blood, his complexion turning deathly pale.
"What kind of monster is this?"
Barely stabilizing his figure and finally regaining his senses, Handmi Holland did not think of healing his injuries. Instead, he stared dumbfounded at the enormous silhouette in the distance.
It was that figure that had just sent him flying.
Whoosh!
At that moment, the sound of something cutting through the air headed straight for Handmi Holland, who snapped back to attention and caught what Wyatt Barnes had thrown at him.
