Ou Yangming pointed gently at the tornado. It did not seem like a threatening move at all.
A faint fire emerged from his fingertip, and it was merely a tiny flame with a hint of purple. The moment the fire appeared, the air around it seemed to have undergone a peculiar fluctuation.
The fire looked weak, as though it could be easily put out by the wind.
Nonetheless, it burned stubbornly and went against the stream regardless of the difficult situation, and it eventually grew stronger.
Ou Yangming reached out to point at the fearsome tornado's wind-gap.
Multi-armed King Kong's face took on a ghastly expression. It retreated as if a giant hand was pulling it back but while it looked rather funny at the moment, it backed away at an unparalleled speed. The spirit beast stayed far away from the city in the blink of an eye.
It seemed to have sensed something the instant Ou Yangming released the purple flame.