The change was immediate.
A pressure spread outward from him, invisible yet overwhelming in its effect. It was not something that crushed or suppressed in the conventional sense. It was something deeper, something that touched the instinct of every elemental present.
Predator.
That was what they felt.
The reaction was instantaneous.
The elementals did not hesitate. They scattered in all directions, fleeing with a frantic urgency that spoke of pure instinct. Those that had been nestled within the junkyard abandoned their positions, slipping into cracks, burrowing into deeper layers, or retreating toward distant areas where the influence of Lin Mu's technique felt weaker.
They knew, without understanding how, that remaining here meant being consumed.
The elders watched this with narrowed eyes.
They had seen elementals behave cautiously before, but this was something entirely different. This was not caution. This was fear. And it was directed toward Lin Mu.
