Qu Ming, however, stood his ground, completely motionless. He simply raised the Bone Staff in his hand and pointed it forward.
"CLATTER, CLATTER—"
The skulls hanging from his Bone Staff began to rattle violently before shooting forth. Expanding as they met the air, they became shrouded in a churning black mist and smashed into the nine Small Tripods. A series of deafening booms rang out, causing the entire Primordial City to tremble.
WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHOOSH!
Several of the Small Tripods shuddered and were sent flying.
The remaining Small Tripods, however, continued their descent unimpeded. Qu Ming remained unperturbed. He lightly tapped the ground with his Bone Staff, and the black mist at his feet expanded with incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, it had spread for thousands of feet, blanketing the entire area.
The rest of the Small Tripods crashed into the mist, sinking into the black barrier as if it were a mire, pressing it inward.
