Destruction
While standing right in front of the blue skinned race, whose entire body was smeared in a green liquid, the Sacred Elvyr had simply pierced out with his hand.
He didn't even touch the body of the being that had charged toward him, and merely looked at them with a cold glint in his eyes.
Yet, it was just a moment later that the entire surrounding seemed to have been deprived of the powerful winds that had been pounding on the Cultivators.
The winds had just disappeared as if they had never existed, to begin with.
This caused everyone to up their guard, only for their attention to be drawn to the Sacred Elvyr, whose entire body seemed to be overflowing with energy.
It was merely a fraction of a second after he thrust his hand forward that vibrated a bit that something else occurred.
The face of the five beings that had attempted to use the chaos in order to approach and kill Jason, paled.