The moment that thought emerged, Zhang Beixing's body moved.
He reached out his hand and gave a slight pinch.
"CRACK—"
A crisp sound rang out.
Just as Zhang Beixing extended and then withdrew his hand, the branch two meters away from him made a crisp sound, as if something had pinched it.
Then, the branch snapped cleanly in two.
But the eerie thing was, the broken halves of the branch weren't pulled down by gravity.
Instead, they seemed to be held by something.
They shifted slightly towards Zhang Beixing!
"!!!"
Seeing this, Zhang Beixing's face revealed astonishment.
Although he had long mastered projecting his Vital Energy to achieve Harming from a Distance, this ability was limited to just that—harming others.
Beyond that, it possessed no other capabilities.
It was like a gust of wind—entirely insubstantial!
Actually grasping objects with it was out of the question.
