In the faint chanting of the Buddha, wisps of pale red mist descended to the ground.
The mist was shapeless and intangible. Ordinary soldiers could not sense anything, the Dao Foundation was only slightly uncomfortable, but the Dharma Image was inexplicably terrified, faces ashen; the Yu Jing retreated instantly, and even Xiao Jingyuan subconsciously backed off several meters, but to maintain morale, he teleported back to his original spot.
The Embroidery Department Governor disappeared in an instant, reappearing just as swiftly, as if he hadn't moved at all. In the central army, besides Duke Cao with red-swollen eyes, no one noticed any movement from the two.
The mist fell layer upon layer, like snowflakes drifting down. This mist was all faint Red Lotus Karmic Fire, making even Yu Jing cultivators dread it like a tiger and avoid any contact with the flames.
