The instant the storm completely collapsed, beneath the milky-white heavens, it seemed as though a shower of pale-gold meteors had begun to fall.
Dozens of figures shot into the sky, lunging straight for the torrent of spiritual liquid gushing from the dissipating eye of the storm!
Naturally, the first to move were the few strongest people standing in the field.
Jiang Tuo's figure was like a wisp of green smoke. In an instant, he appeared before one of the thickest streams of spiritual liquid.
He did not employ any flashy methods. He merely made a grasping motion with his right hand, and the golden stream, containing four or five drops of spiritual liquid, abruptly stalled before flowing into his jade gourd like weary birds returning to the forest.
The entire process flowed as smoothly as drifting clouds and running water.
Almost at the same time, Nan Zhuoran moved as well.
Purple lightning flashed beneath his feet, and he appeared beside another stream of spiritual liquid.
Facing the two figures rushing toward it as well—
A Blackwater Great City retainer and a Tianbo City guest elder—Nan Zhuoran merely lifted his eyes and gave them an indifferent glance.
"Get lost."
The single word was plain and unremarkable, yet it seemed to contain the might of thunder from the nine heavens!
The two men suddenly stiffened. They felt an aura as fierce as tribulation lightning crash down upon them; pain stabbed through their Seas of Consciousness, and even the circulation of their True Essence stalled for an instant.
By the time they recovered, Nan Zhuoran had already swept his sleeve and collected the two drops of spiritual liquid before searching for his next target.
Lin Haiqing's movement technique was ethereal, like clouds and mist, as he darted between several streams of spiritual liquid.