Jake had barely taken a few steps when he suddenly turned back with an annoyed scowl towards the spot where he had left the Mumaks and the rest of the conscripts, and stretched his arm out in front of him.
"Damn, they really don't know when to quit."
A torrential downpour of greenish acid and plasma projectiles was currently crashing down from the sky like divine judgment for the third consecutive time in a short moment, with no one to stop it. The target of this aerial strike was precisely the conscripts and the Mumaks left behind to spare them from danger. Though he had promised not to protect them directly anymore, he apparently had too soft a heart.
His powers were too suppressed to deploy telekinesis of such magnitude over such a distance, but with his Lumyst cultivation growing by the second, he was no longer completely powerless in these situations either.
