O'Hara's fire still burned in his dreams.
Ai Li clutched the fragment in his arms tightly and looked at the man on the deck wielding the sword - Wind Festival. Cassius said "a monster that can cut through the storm". At this moment, his flesh and blood were being eaten back by the wind pattern, but he was still laughing wildly: "Come again! I haven't cut enough yet!"
She thought he was a lunatic who only knew how to fight, until one day she saw him squatting on the bow of a ship, gently holding an injured seagull with a wind blade; until the undercurrent of the Sea Eclipse Cult came in with poisonous mist, the blue lines on his arms suddenly turned into a wind shield covering the sky, shouting, "It's not your turn to touch my ship!"
From the wind breath to the Kamikaze Seat, from the fanatics swallowed by the blood to the legend that resonates with the wind - when the thunderstorm of the final battle split the sky, Feng Ji's knife pointed at the leader of the Sea Eclipse Cult: "You want to seize the realm of God? I want to tell everyone - freedom is the wildest wind."
Sail Hunting, Alley opened a new page of notes: "Today, a new legend was born on the Great Line - Blade of Madness and Wind Festival.
