Zhang Yingying, Bamboo Pole, and the others keeping watch over the overall situation from Blood Intent Ring Fortress accurately seized upon this unusual moment. The densely woven "Manipulation Threads" had fallen silent.
With the "Manipulation Threads" ceasing their interference, the aberrant mosquitoes swarming through the sky had lost their restraints and should have charged down at once—and indeed, they had gathered together.
But the instant Lao Yao's right arm struck the ground, relatively stable, heavy spirit waves shot out in all directions. Their already faint glow rapidly faded as they spread farther, yet the pulse hidden deep within them became exceptionally clear once stripped of its visual effects.
It was even growing stronger.
Because Long Qi was lying on the ground, he felt that wondrous pulse especially clearly and deeply as it passed over him. Its power washed across his body, naturally staining him as well, interweaving and merging with his own aura as though coating him in an invisible film.
As for the smoke-like, fog-like swarm of aberrant mosquitoes rushing at them, the moment they touched that invisible pulse, it was as though they had been sprayed head-on with pesticide laced with something extra. They reeled every which way, utterly losing their sense of direction.
Compared with the "Manipulation Threads" shredding the mosquito swarm, this scene was far less impressive—not nearly as clean or efficient.
Yet Long Qi was still dumbfounded.
Because he quickly confirmed that the radiating spirit-wave pulse seemed to be empowered by Hundred Peaks Monarch.
That was right. The spirit waves from Lao Yao's arm were merely the trigger. The power truly being mobilized came from beneath the ground where he lay—like the mountain itself was breathing in an orderly rhythm, its exhalation brushing against his back and spine.
To be honest, Long Qi had no