The Spirit Lord Tolkien

In the place filled with a raging gale, numerous rocks were terrifyingly severed by gusts of wind. The sharpness of the wind was like a divine blade that could cut anything.

But there was a tree that grew into a silver bush and rooted in mid-air. It was not attached to the ground like other plants.

When its leaves fluttered, countless gushes of wind would be like knives, swishing out like a frenzied wind, creating terrifying screams that sounded like weeping spirits.

Terror soared into the sky.

It was the "Silver Gale" tree, a high-level spirit plant that had been through six evolutions. Its deadliness was comparable to that of the Elementary Emperor zone, certainly not lower than this.

A young man with long white hair that stretched to the middle of his back stepped out of the empty air. Dark blue eyes stared at the silver wind.