Chapter 462: Ninety-Sixth Floor, Divine Armament (3)
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A map of the storm had formed in my mind. I didn’t know exactly how it had formed, but I did know one thing. Its center—the eye—would be calm, while the outer regions were far more violent.
Even just from looking at weather photos, that much was obvious. The outer bands of clouds always fanned out wide. That meant the farther from the center one went, the more intense the wind and air pressure would become.
Of course, discerning those subtle differences while standing in place was no simple task. My senses were sharp, but the storm’s reach extended so far that it had practically swallowed the entire sky.
Given that I was less than half a meter wide from front to back, detecting even slight variations in air pressure would be nearly impossible. To sharpen my perception, I withdrew the divine energy that was reinforcing my barrier. The sound of sand striking against it grew more piercing.
Tat-tat-tat—
With that heightened sensitivity, I analyzed the wind’s speed and flow, along with the force of the sand battering the barrier.
Okay, I have gauged this location’s strength.
Maintaining my focus, I began walking forward.
Considering the sandstorm’s scale, moving a few steps wouldn’t make much of a difference. I advanced slowly, analyzing the pressure as I moved. After walking for some time, I finally noticed a faint shift. The wind’s force had weakened, just barely. It was such a minuscule change that I would have missed it if I hadn’t been concentrating so intently.
If the initial gusts had hit me with the strength of a hundred grains of sand, it was now closer to ninety-nine.
Seems like I am heading in the right direction.