The ashen-gray barren plain stretched to the end of sight, and the sky was an eternally unchanging, lifeless leaden gray.
Thin, inert Element dust drifted in the air; occasionally, Energy turbulence swept through the depths of the clouds like soundless lightning, bringing a brief, ghastly pallor of light.
Jeming hovered in midair, his gaze calmly fixed on a figure fleeing in disarray in the distance.
The other was the quickest to react and also the most cunning in this twenty-man hunting squad. The moment Jeming's first wave of strikes descended, he decisively abandoned his teammates and used some kind of explosive secret art to shoot toward the horizon.
"Your judgment was right. Unfortunately…" Jeming murmured, raising the index finger of his right hand.
At his fingertip, a speck of dark-golden light flared abruptly, solid as a needle.
Yet at the instant it left his fingertip, the light "grew" from a slender light-needle into a gigantic light column over ten meters thick.
