Jeming rubbed his temples.
The eerie creature that looked like an old man had now been compressed into a small gray crystal the size of a fingernail, lying quietly in a seal rune in his palm.
Its ability was troublesome, it was "forgetfulness".
Any creature near it would unconsciously begin to lose their memories.
It's no exaggeration to say that this ability might not be swift in killing, but for a wizard, it's tremendously destructive.
Making a wizard forget his knowledge is even more unbearable than death!
Jeming felt the erosion of that power the moment he got near it.
Then, the Body Refining Technique activated.
Jeming confronted the eerie power, step by step approaching the creature.
The creature looked like a dry and thin old man, hunched over, with skin as rough as tree bark, eyes a murky gray-white.
It raised its head to look at Jeming, a glimpse of confusion in its muddled eyes... probably confused as to why he hadn't collapsed yet.
