A force wave roared, decimating the earth and trees around them.
Amidst the destruction, the little girl stood untouched. Wood chips and sand speckled her face, but otherwise, she was unharmed. Even the rope she had provided, still in Qin Huai's hand, bore no signs of wear.
Qin Huai's gaze darted around, alert and assessing. He scrutinized the unique characteristics of the little girl's body while also evaluating the spirit-gathering balls from the three heroes of Qiong Qi.
Qiong Simo growled, his patience waning. He raised his hands above his head, and an astonishing force of suction materialized. The surrounding sand and grass were instantly drawn into his grasp.
Within moments, a shadow loomed over Qin Huai, the world darkened, and breathing became a struggle.