Thirteen trembling Immortal Rings of Dark Gold, each ten meters in size manifested themselves. At that instant, the hood of Ryu's cloak was blown off, revealing a face of marked indifference.
He pointed his finger down toward Fidroha. The action couldn't have been more casual, his breathing any more steady. As wild as the winds were around him, even they might as well have been a soothing spring breeze, gently blowing against him without a hint of animosity or rage.
Before anyone could react, Fidroha was frozen. Ryu didn't seem to have done anything before she collapsed to the ground, sitting in a puddle of her own piss and sweat.
Ryu retracted his finger and shook his head. What a waste of time, it wasn't even worth the energy. All he had done was point at her and yet her mind completely collapsed. He wouldn't be surprised if her cultivation never progressed even a step for the rest of her pitiful life.
