It allowed the Fishman to tightly grasp it with four arms, bringing the horn to its lips.
Inhale, and blow.
Dee-awn——
A sharp, piercing horn sound suddenly exploded.
Invisible sound waves, carried by strong air currents, surged around.
Eardrums aching, Xia Nan, who had just leapt through the air to cut down and shatter the light barrier, felt a gale like a storm in the sea rushing towards him.
His feet hanging in the air, with no support to exert force from, the strong air current swept Xia Nan away.
It certainly wasn't another defensive spell cast by the Fishman Priest.
This air current that surged out with the horn's sound was a special ability inherent to the horn itself.
When Xia Nan adjusted his body balance midair, quickly dissipating force under the effect of [Tidal Shaping] specialty, he gently floated to the ground like a feather.
The Fishman Priest ahead had already retreated rapidly.
