An explosion suddenly occurred but it was not bright and neither were there any flames in it. Rather, it was just made out of a mist that continuously spread around.
~DENG~
~DENG~
The explosion's force also managed to knock away all the weapons away that were coming towards the third elder. He, who was bleeding from his mouth and nose, finally took a breath of relief.
"Show them the true power of the Ripple Mist sect, First Elder!" The third elder exclaimed.
Jing Luo had retreated upon sensing the explosion and tried to recall the weapons that had been sent flying away. But then he found out that it was a bit difficult for him to do so.
"Huh? How is this happening?" Jing Luo wondered.
His spirit sense suddenly became sluggish and commanding the spirit weapons was like sending a message with a pigeon. The time difference between the transmission and reception was far too much for the weapons to be useful.
