The following sequence of events that unfolded was hard to describe, yet any who saw it would experience a sinister chill running down their spines. Wei Wuyin had breathed out, yet nothing came from his mouth. It seemed as if he had just violently exhaled air.
To mortals, to those who haven't harnessed the senses beyond Mortal Limits, this is what they saw. But to Ascended beings, those Spirits of Wars who were lifting their heads to observe, some nocking their arrows or hoisting their spears to unleash a decisive strike at this aerial target, they all saw it.
A torrential maelstrom of flames without color. They moved at such speeds that they could only gasp before their bodies were swept forward. The flames themselves seemed as they were traversing through the void itself. The moment you saw it, the moment they reached you no matter your level of reaction time.