Xing Suanzi cradled the Jile Spirit House and muttered a Magic Spell. The Jile Workshop was instantly enveloped in a thick fog.
Within the fog.
Shadowy figures stirred.
Painted Skins weaved through the mist, clashing with Ye Baici and her companions.
Though few in number, Ye Baici's party was comprised of elites, each one possessing methods to counter the Skin Painting Technique.
With soaring Fierce Flames, roaring Fire Dragons, and crisscrossing figures, the Painted Skin Puppets were dissipating at a rate visible to the naked eye.
At this rate, no matter how many Painted Skin Puppets the Jile Spirit House held, it could not sustain such losses.
"Cloud Formation and Rainfall!"
Xing Suanzi narrowed his eyes, surveying the entire scene. His Spell changed, and in an instant, clouds and rain completely covered the Jile Workshop.
The rain was pitch-black,
like ink.
"Be careful!"
Ye Baici's heart pounded.
"It's ink!"
