Some people watching the conflict between the newcomers were surprised by the strange occurrence.
Among the crowd of powerful figures, someone noticed something.
"That's…"
Another person standing next to him widened his eyes as well. "Was that spiritual dispersion?"
Among them, a powerful elderly man and local leader frowned.
"It's been thousands of years since anyone with that level of mastery has appeared. Who is this boy?" the old man asked, unwilling to let the question linger. He nodded to a man behind him, who simply nodded back and walked away.
Among the members of the Third Clan, Laenon and Gideon nodded.
"It's the power of the ring," Gideon whispered.
It wasn't a random spiritual dispersion. The spiritual dispersion they'd learned wouldn't dispel an attack so perfectly—even if it was just a remnant. It would always leave something behind. However, this one practically made it vanish, leaving only particles in the air.
