The wind from the [Windstrike Talisman] howled through the village, shredding the animated skeletons into a shower of splintered bone and dust. Those hit with the sharp pieces winced and took a step back.
The Bone Ash Syndicate's men staggered back, their crude barricades trembling under the force of the sudden gust.
And with how destructive that single talisman was. Bone Lord Keshan's sneer faltered, his glowing eyes narrowing as he gripped his skull mace tighter. Explosive-type talismans weren't foreign to him. He even had some of those stashed. But the [Windstrike Talisman] that Luo Ming set off was on another level. With little to no fluctuation of spiritual energy, it activated the instant it reached them.
"What sorcery was that? Where have you gotten a talisman master of that caliber?" He spat, his voice laced with both fury and unease.
