The condensed silvery starlight qi exploded from the tip of the spear in a spiral force.
Three raptors were immediately sucked in, their heads turned to mush before they could even comprehend what had hit them.
The remaining raptors, although they reacted in a split second, got engulfed by the suction force generated by the rotating starlight.
Their formation, driven by instinct and bloodlust, crumbled against the physics of Lin Mo's technique.
It was a vortex of gravitational distortion created by the revolution of his 1st six-star constellation compressing around the spear's trajectory.
The raptors shrieked as they were pulled off their feet, their claws scrabbling uselessly against the air.
'Order in chaos?' Lin Mo murmured inwardly as his eyes glowed with a faint amethyst hue, indicating the Psionic-Tempered attribute of his qi.
Once again, he twisted his wrist, and the vortex detonated.
BOOM!
