Of course, Zhao Lin wasn't about to let the bulging-eyed man go. He burst into motion, giving chase right on his tail.
'It seems this won't be resolved peacefully. I have to use my life-saving trump card.'
Seeing Zhao Lin close in, the bulging-eyed man's heart nearly leaped from his chest. He gritted his teeth, slapped his storage pouch, and pulled out a talisman, which he thrust out with his palm.
With a HUM, the talisman instantly transformed into countless cyan gas clouds, fanning out behind him.
The clouds grew in the wind, spinning rapidly until they became large vortexes.
These vortexes had immense suction, sweeping up birds from the sky, beasts from the ground, and every bit of sand, stone, and plant life. They were like hundreds of miniature tornadoes, their power utterly astounding.
'This Magic...'
Zhao Lin's heart sank, and he immediately stopped in his tracks.
