With a solid, bone-jarring impact, Youming was sent flying diagonally away from Rosalind, whom he had been fighting.
The purple flame dragon that had been battering the orb of light before Rosalind lost Youming's control. Seizing the opportunity, Rosalind acted. The white orb wriggled a few times, swallowed the purple flame dragon, then instantly shrank into a single point before vanishing somewhere unknown.
Huff!
Amid the gradually dissipating spatial "waves," Rosalind let out a heavy breath, and a trace of color returned to her pale face. But immediately afterward, she waved her wand several times at Youming, firing several white streaks of sharp light.
Those white streaks pierced straight through Youming—yet in the next instant, his figure vanished. The beams had struck nothing more than his afterimage.
Zhao Kuang and the others in the distance shook their heads in great regret. But none of the four stepped forward. At this point, seventy percent of their strength had been depleted; charging in would only mean death. Lu Xialeng and Wang Ning did not rush forward either, merely watching from afar. Wang Ning had already prepared to make a run for it.
"Alas!"
A sigh suddenly rang out. Before Yin Kuang and Rosalind could even exchange a word, both turned toward its source.
Youming shook his head and sighed. "A monkey is still a monkey—unruly and impossible to tame. Can't even handle such a trivial matter. What a bother, what a bother."
Neither Yin Kuang nor Rosalind replied. Everything that could be said had already been said. Any words directed at Youming now were meaningless; only killing him would accomplish anything!
"I admit that the As-You-Will Staff can indeed threaten me. After all, it was once a supreme treasure that held up the heavens and subdued the seas," Youming said, raising both