It was a red cloud. The rock whistled through it in a parabolic trajectory falling far away. The red cloud rippled slightly without much change.
'It's barely reacting, at least, it's not some living thing.' Tang Wulin surmised.
'Then what do these clouds mean? If they don't have soul power, it's virtually impossible to raise themselves to a height of a hundred meters.' At this moment, he could not activate his spirit soul unless he had some special techniques at his disposal.
If he could use the Bluesilver Emperor's powerful elasticity together with his strength, and with little Goldsong's support, Tang Wulin was confident of leaping at least a hundred meters.
However, he had to rely on his own strength which would limit his jump to about twenty or thirty meters. On top of that, he could not find a suitable object with enough elasticity to boost his jump.
'Screw it, let's see the kind of reaction these clouds give.'
