The giant dragon soared through the sky.
Wu Xiaode continually released the Silent Demon Mist, completely covering the expanse of clouds.
"Your technique is quite interesting... being able to perform it for such a long time with only 10 points of Soul Power, I've never seen that before," the middle-aged man pondered aloud.
Wu Xiaode calmly said, "This is my talent."
Talent, that is, an innate ability.
Generally speaking, using one's talent doesn't consume too much Soul Power; it's like eating and drinking, a kind of instinct.
——The Silent Demon Mist had already advanced to the level of "Dreamer," capable of fooling even beasts of the Law.
Therefore, even the middle-aged man couldn't discern its depths.
He sighed in envy and said,
"So that's it, I've always wanted to learn some kind of invisibility trick, but later I found out it's almost unnecessary in battle, so I didn't learn."
Wu Xiaode said nothing more and just looked out into the Great Desert.
