"Fall back to where you came from!"
Merely a few strides, a few seconds, a few breaths before the collision, the old man's voice swept across the perimeter alongside a green wind before ascending to the sky. Including Mel, all the Leader Beast-Class enemies froze dead in their tracks; they proved incapable of moving a solitary muscle.
Before five breaths elapsed, not a single wild beast remained around the two men; even the harmless ones retreated to the absolute furthest perimeter they could reach. Within this brief span, Mel's thoughts drifted back to his time in the Water Element's cave; Bonbi had told him about the hierarchy among wild beasts and the echelons of Physical Cultivators.
