In the middle of a green forest, a new yellow-colored forest made out of rock thorns shoots out from the ground in the area of ten meters, taking out the trees from its roots.
In its middle was a fifty-year-old man rubbing his sore neck while also thanking the gods that he reacted promptly or the next year, on this day would have become his death anniversary.
Danny vanished again after seeing his attack failed. The rock forest would stay like that for an hour or so before it will slowly start disintegrating into rubbles after all the Qi used to make it dissipates into the air.
Francis jumped and stood on top of the rock lances and scanned his surroundings to find the enemy.
"Who is it? Come out and show your face!"
Cricket!
Kaw~!
Francis couldn't find or hear anyone except the scared birds and some insects making noises in the background.