"WHAT?!" Draco cursed out loud. The blood spikes in his shoulder guards were starting to sweat, losing its form and its protection.
Michael stood in front of him, hands spread out. "You made nature bleed for your own purposes. You were only able to do that because nature cannot fight for itself.
But what if they could? So, I made it so that these trees, this ground that you're standing on, evolved so that they could take back what was stolen from them."
This was the power of his Nascent Spirit! Adaptation!
"KURGH!" Draco cursed. His strongest attack, his very trump card, was nullified just like that! "Impossible! We're supposed to be at the same cultivation levels!"
They were both in the 3rd stage of the Nascent Spirit realm. In a battle between their Nascent Influences, their powers could not overpower each other.
