It was only a breath of time, but for Han Yu, a breath was enough.
His fist drew back, crackling with power. The Bolt God Fist flared, qi sparking across his arm as he gathered every ounce of energy he could muster. The air itself hummed under the force of the buildup, and then he roared as he unleashed it.
RUMBLE
The thunderous fist tore through the smoke, the fist exploding forward like a wrathful deity's strike.
The attack streaked straight into the Mist Eye Sect's formation, aimed at one of the peak Core Condensation disciples. Han Yu had taken care to angle it wide, avoiding Meng Jueyan, but his intent was clear—disrupt, injure, and force them to react.
At the same time, his other hand clenched tightly around his communication jade slip. In a split instant, he sent his message directly into the minds of his companions. The instructions were short, sharp, and undeniable.
'Do not fight. Turn and run back. Trust me.'
The disciples of the Twin Leaf Peak Sect did not hesitate.
