Transformed into airflow, his speed reached an unimaginable realm.
Wherever his thoughts reached, his form could almost ignore inertia, performing near-teleportation-like warp and redirection, leaving behind fleeting trails of airflow in the air.
He could effortlessly pass through the most minute crevices, silently circle a target for reconnaissance, or instantly whip up a violent tornado, tossing enemies into the skies to be torn apart.
Physical attacks were almost ineffective against him, and ordinary energy attacks could easily be dispersed and diverted by the airflow.
The core of self-preservation, like the sand-shifting form, lies in dispersal and assimilation. Even if shattered by a powerful area attack, as long as a wisp of airflow remains, his consciousness can rely on it, swiftly reassembling his form by drawing in surrounding air.
In a place with an atmospheric environment, he is almost the immortal ghost of the wind.
