The foreigners immediately huddled over towards their fallen comrade, wondering what had happened to him.
Panic spread amongst them. After all, the man they were huddling over was the strongest person in their group. He was a Nascent Spirit cultivator, one of the few in Earl's employ.
And this cultivator, shaking, was completely disheveled. His face was pallid, as if he'd just seen a ghost.
But that wasn't entirely accurate. What he had not seen was an apparition. Instead, he'd seen a glimpse of the golden sun above Angora City. He saw Michael's fully adorned Nascent Spirit armor for a brief second, as Michael tore through the man's Nascent Core.
A Nascent Influence was powerful. However, it left the cultivator in a completely vulnerable state during casting it.
