Everyone hurriedly retreated, but one Rongshan disciple stepped forward, holding a precious bottle in both hands. He took a willow leaf, dipped it into the water inside, and flicked it forward.

The movement was very small, and there were not many willow leaves either, yet the droplets scattered into the air and swiftly split apart, turning into hundreds and thousands of tiny beads like a thin mist.

A pale golden mist.

Another person formed a hand seal and summoned wind, just in time to blow the mist toward the swarm of aberrant cicadas.

Each of these aberrant cicadas was a meter long. There was no avoiding the mist as it blew across their heads and faces.

This chain of moves was extremely smooth, clearly something the Rongshan disciples had practiced many times.

Then, the strangest scene appeared.

Every aberrant cicada touched by the pale golden droplets, whether flying or jumping, fell to the ground and could not...