Similar apocalyptic shockwaves unfolded in different areas above and around the Tribe, followed by loud explosions, eruptions of sand, and violent gales that blew it away.
Qi surged even within the Tribe, followed by multicolored flashes that led to guttural cries.
Leon and Daniel weren't in the best position to inspect the chaos, but they had no doubt about its nature. The strategy was on full display now, and it was easy to read.
The army was trapped, doomed to die in the bright patch of black ground. Since only low-stage branching experts were among it, their chances of breaking free on their own were almost nonexistent, meaning they needed external help.
However, only six branching experts were left. There had been fifteen in total, but the red woman Liam had littered with arrows had been too injured to continue the military campaign, reducing the army's overall number of powerhouses still available to help.
