Not a sound could be heard. There was no prelude, either.

Still, Seol Jihu could clearly sense it. He sensed the enormous air pressure rushing at him in an instant as if to shut his mouth up for good. If the Sky Fairy didn't hold him with her arms tightly interlocked behind his back, he might have been flung away by now.

'So, this is the Wind Spirit….!'

It was a completely different type of experience compared to the Festina Earring. The whirlpool of gushing winds seemed to push against his entire body.

Increase their speed as much as possible before emerging from the mountain range and, at the precise moment they leave the relative safety of the mountain, borrow the powers of the Spirits to surpass their top speed to go faster – that was their plan.

And so, eight flying figures, gathered into one group, crossed the sky as if to split the heavens itself.

Previously, the Fallen Angel called this plan 'Sink or Swim' considering that they needed to overcome two large hurdles. Even if they could somehow survive the first hurdle, she said that they would need to leave the second hurdle to luck.

Even then, there was a reason Seol Jihu's plan was chosen. That was because they had something to block the pursuers.

'With this speed…!'

Would it feel like this if he stuck his head outside the window of a sports car driving fast enough to overheat its engine? It was as if his face was about peel off from the air resistance.

He forced open his eyelids that were trying to close by themselves and kept glaring at his front. The mountain range passed by in an instant, and they arrived at the huge expanse of the forest stretching endlessly before their eyes.

Just before they entered it….

Kyahaaaaaah-!!

From somewhere below, a loud screech exploded forth. Seol Jihu inwardly clicked his tongue. He would have much preferred to not get discovered, but it seemed that was...