On an unremarkable mountain peak, Zhaang Ye sat cross-legged beneath an ancient pine. The Dragon Elephant Power within him circulated wildly, his robes whipping about as if he might turn to wind and vanish at any moment.
Four hours later, Zhaang Ye suddenly opened his mouth.
PUH!
A jet of black qi, dozens of yards long, suddenly shot from Zhaang Ye's mouth. It remained condensed, flying for over a hundred yards before finally dissipating into the void with a POP.
CHHH—
The moment the black qi touched the flora within a several-hundred-yard radius, strange hissing sounds erupted. Jade-green leaves swiftly turned black and yellow, and straight trunks withered in the blink of an eye. A nearby creek, over ten yards wide, was tainted by the black qi, its water immediately turning black and turbid. Inside, fish after fish went belly-up and died.
