Jidu, the Heavenly Virtue of Pride, was stranded in the air.
Black rods now pierced all of his limbs, dispersing his Spiritual Essence and seeping away any physical strength he could muster.
As he bled from each wound, his eyes remained blazing with fury.
He wanted to curse, shout at their insolence. Unfortunately for him, he barely had the strength to move his eyes, much less his mouth.
Ozul seriously observed him for a moment, making sure there were no tricks he could pull to escape now.
Then he nodded toward Raven and Blaze, who understood the gesture and turned their focus on the Empyreans being held off by their companions.
It was time for cleanup.
Ozul turned his attention to Zier.
He had descended to the ground and was clutching his chest in pain.
The aftereffects of creating a poison strong enough to affect a Heavenly Virtue using his Blood Arts were too much of a burden for a mid-level Empyrean like him.
