MISTSON

  "Gasp!"

  Sandra couldn't help but gasp, seeing the state of her nephew, which had drastically changed in the few minutes.

  Five minutes ago, her nephew had been holding against the Grimm Monster fine, and there was even hope that he might be able to beat it, and he would have, if not for bloody Body Refining Art showing up, those things are terror.

  There are several of them in the Mistson, one is the hand of Micheal's family, but they are notoriously hard to practice. In the past three hundred years, nobody was eligible to practice the Body Refining Art the family has.

  There was hope that her sister would be able to practice, but the curse had gotten her before she could become she could start practicing it.

  Now, the neck of her nephew is in the claw of the Tigerman, and it is attacking him with that shuddering physical lightning. Even looking from the screen, she understood how powerful the physical lightning is and knew she would not be able to bear a single bolt of it, much less a whole storm that her nephew was facing.

  "Why they aren't saving him, in such a state, he won't be able to last long," Sandra said as she looked at her sister, who is tightly gripping the hands of her husband while looking at the screen with deep worry and helplessness.

  Seeing those expressions in her sister's eyes, Sandra couldn't help but shake her sadly. Just one mistake on the side of her family had destroyed the future of her sister.

  She was the shine of the Michealsons, the hope of their resurgence, which they have destroyed with their own hands. If she had not been inflicted with the curse by her talent and art, she would have at least leader class Tyrant by now, even Master class, through which she would have been easily able to save her son.

  The Empire of Mist is not an offensive art, but the things it could do make even those with great offensive power roar in frustration. She would have been able to save her son, even if she had been at the early Master stage; the Empire of Mist had that power.

  Now, they have to wish others would save him; they have to, her nephew is too talented, and he represents the hope of them winning this war.

  The physical lighting is breaking through one layer of strings after another; even the tens of thousands of invisible whirlpools and every growing rose mist are not able to stop the powerful lightning that is coming for my life.

  I could let even a single bolt of lightning touch me; my physique may be as strong as Master's; it is still no match for the bolts of physical lightning, which could smite me into the ashes with just a single bolt.

  I have taken operations of thousands of invisible whirlpools in my hand, so they could deal with the physical lighting better, but this seemed to have barely affected the lightning as it is breaching one layer after another.

  The only solace I have is that the amount of physical lightning is whittling way as they pass one layer after another, and I do a better job handling the whirlpools, and with little luck, I might be able to survive this horrendous attack.

  That is what I was saying to myself when the next words spoken by the Grimm Monster have crushed all my hopes.

  Rumble!

  "It seemed like this much of the lightning is not enough for you; let me add a little more to send you to the underworld," The Stone Lightning Tigerman added with the laugh, and next second, rumbling physical lightning covered me further; this time, the lighting is three times of that previous.

  My face couldn't help but become pale seeing that; there was no way I could handle this much of the physical lightning. In a few seconds, it will tear through all the layers and attack me with vines and attack my body in a couple of seconds.

  There is only one way I could survive, and that is using the expulsion formation that I have designed. It will expel any attack that is surrounding me but will make my vines weaker for a couple of minutes, and if it launches a similar attack like this again, then there will be no surviving.

  I am in very bad condition, and if I do not do it, I will die. So, whether I want or not, I will have to use the expulsion; it is the only way I can live for a couple of more seconds longer, and I could also use this chance to my advantage.

  I am already very close to achieving my goal, and if luck helps me out a little more then, I will be able to turn the tables on the Grimm Monster.

  Hun!

  After making a decision, I seeped my consciousness into 'Expulsion' formation and was about to activate it when I felt an extremly faint changes in the environment that made me shudder uncontrollably.

  There are people hiding; these people are so so strong that they could crush us with the slightest breath; killing ten of us would not be a problem for them. I know they are old monsters and not regular old monsters either, but the ones that held real control over the world, like to the level of Matron Mavis and Patriarch Bradford.

  Buzz!

  I waited for two seconds, and when I saw no action coming from the old monsters, I activated the expulsion formation, as I could not afford to wait any longer.

  RUMBLE!

  As I activated the formation, a huge rumble rang out, and the Grimm Monster, which had just opened a mouth to say, stopped with its eyes widening as all the physical lightning covering me formed a tide and went at it.

  I could direct the expulsion, and what better direction it would be than the Tigerman itself who had bestowed me with such powerful attack.