Death Smoke
NOTICING THE SITUATION, the Spirit Race Ancestor was also stumped. She didn't expect someone was actually trying to attack them from a distance. She thought the failure was the only cause for the then destruction.
"Look at what you've caused, our people are suffering!" the Spirit Race Ancestor said as she stared at the young man in front of her. Her voice was neither domineering nor loud but her eyes were sharp. "Even if you're their children, I won't let you go because of this!"
Her already acute eyes became even sharper as she muttered one word. A soft breeze blew the wind in the direction of Jing Shuai and his sister.
But Jing Shuai knew that the Spirit Race Ancestor was using the Art of Speech that was exclusive only for the race to utilize. He could also use it, but his would only be a child compared to this living entity who had lived for centuries already.