The Spirit Cultivation Map in his sea of consciousness was stirring restlessly, but the brand of the Magic had yet to form.
Zhao Lin knew this was because he was too far away. The Spirit Cultivation Map couldn't sense the Mana fluctuations and was unable to copy the Magic.
He pressed his lips together. 'Looks like I'll have to take a hit after all.'
A moment later, Miao Kefa curled his five fingers, and the ice blade instantly vanished without a trace.
The three small red balls fell one after another, forming a string in the air before landing in Zhao Lin's palm.
Only then did the crowd of cultivators snap back to their senses, and a roar of applause erupted.
"Brilliant! That was absolutely brilliant!"
"So this is the power of a Perfection-level Magic! I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes!"
"Yeah, this was a real eye-opener. Once you've trained a Magic to this level, you can hit whatever you aim at, your magic moving with a mere thought, right?"
