For a moment, nothing happened. The noodle packets just lay there on the ground, smoking slightly.
The Vindicator leader tilted his head again, a gesture of silent, metallic confusion.
Then, the first packet exploded. A cataclysmic, weaponized burst of Demon King-grade seasoning and a dozen other hyper-volatile spices.
FWOOM!
A cloud of eye-watering, throat-searing and lung-burning red dust erupted from the center of the phalanx. The dust brought about not just its spiciness but also a potent burn into their system.
The chili, the ingredient blessed by a divine being, was designed to challenge the palates of cultivators. Weaponized and aerosolized, it became a biological and spiritual agent of pure misery.
The effect on the Vindicators was immediate and devastating.
Their linked energy field, designed to block spiritual attacks, offered no defense against physical, airborne particles.
