What was described as mysterious speed wasn't really fast, but the surrounding air was weirdly distorted. The howling wind tore through the twisted air, like a ferocious convict breaking out of prison. Azure wind force swirled around El's body, enveloping him in a light blue sheen, while El's black eyes were filled with coldness, as icy as frost.
Making eye contact with El, Cook felt as if he had fallen into an ice chamber, his whole body shivering with cold. This chill came from his heart, not caused by the wind force surrounding El. Letting out a loud scream, lightning burst forth from Cook's body, instantly dispelling and shredding the approaching wind force. Then, he clenched his right fist, his eyes turning blood-red with killing intent spreading. Cook was not someone who would obediently stand still and wait for death. Since the other party was desperate, he saw no reason to hold back. Retreating now would only lead to his own death, and Cook knew this well.
