Bab 46: Why, Is This One Of Yours?

"Evil Mist!"

At the same time as Stark gave the order, Luciana had already rushed out from behind Stark.

A gust of Evil Mist gushed out, and a large amount of surging purple mist directly corroded all the attacks that flew towards him. Then, like a poisonous dragon, she charged into the crowd of Transcendents.

Following that, there was a series of corrosive sounds that caused one's scalp to go numb.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"What is this mist? Don't come over!"

"Ah! Ah! My arm!"

..

The Transcendents, who were still shouting in front of them, screamed in pain. The moment this purple mist touched their skin, it would corrode their flesh and blood. It would melt bit by bit, and the pain was extreme!

These were still Transcendents above level 15. They still had a certain degree of resistance to the purple mist.