Invisible Magnetic Origin Force permeated the entire area. Its formidable power visibly warped the surrounding air, bending and deflecting the light until everything in sight became a bizarre, kaleidoscopic spectacle.
The force field seemed to have become a cage, suppressing the circulation of all kinds of energy and immobilizing every object of metal. Only the Origin Race elders remained wholly unaffected, darting through the field, dispersing and gathering without pattern.
Ming He circulated his magical power to block an attack launched from behind, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.
"Good, good, good." His gaze swept over the multicolored figures as he sneered repeatedly.
He had thought the Origin Race had only those few tricks, but today they had sprung a "surprise" on him-a magnetic origin force field. Not only did it restrict his Dharmic Treasures, it even interfered somewhat with the circulation of his magical power.
"You have truly opened my eyes."
Ming He casually sent out a streak of ink-black sword light, forcing back the Blue Race elder who had ambushed him. He rose higher once more and looked down at them, his voice chilling.
Although this strange force field could not kill him, in conjunction with the five elders' combined attacks, it had actually left him scrambling to respond. Even his enchanted robes had suffered damage.
It was the first time a group of natives-and captive-bred natives at that-had forced him into such a predicament.
If Junior Brother Youxuan saw this, wouldn't he laugh himself to death? At the thought, malice surged within Ming He, and his desire to kill them all to silence them grew ever stronger.
Compared with Ming He's surprise at the force field, the elders' hearts were churning with towering waves.
To counter the heavenly demons, generations of the Origin