After another one of his underlings was beaten into a state of full-body comminuted fractures, the leader completely lost his mind. He screamed wildly, panting and staggering around in circles, his fists randomly striking the air, leaving trails of white frost on the ground. By now, he had poured most of his mana into his Protective Gang Qi, the thick blue ice fog nearly obscuring his form.
Only then did he feel a semblance of security.
Wang Qi's presence was still everywhere. He spread out his mana carefully, even cautiously radiating a bit of Holy Light to maintain the orderliness of his mana. He circled around the leader carefully, continuing this unequal battle.
"You just said that Wanfa Sect disciples can't do anything without their weapons, right?"
