Onyx let out a furious scream, staring intensely at Remus. If looks could kill, Remus would have died a million times over by now.
A cultivator typically used specialized techniques or skills to attack. But now, being so close to Remus, there was simply no chance to use any techniques. He had never felt so stifled in a fight before in his life.
Onyx shouted angrily, "You forced my hand! It's your own fault! Today, I'll show you what it means for a Saint Master to be invincible on their Sacred Land!"
Remus punched him again, sending him flying, but at the same time, a sudden change occurred in Kenington.
Faint white mist rose from the mountains, rocks, creatures, rivers, trees, and even Kenington's people. The white mist slowly drifted toward Onyx, entering his body.
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