Jeming had long anticipated he would become a target, given he was the only one inside the barrier without a Law Solidification Domain.
The graffiti's attack surged like a tide.
Dozens of graffiti figures emerged in the air, each distorting Jeming's image.
Some tried to twist his neck, others tried to tear his body apart, and some tried to extract something from his body.
Despite such attacks, Jeming's response was remarkably calm.
He did not activate any special protection, nor did he employ any defense magic, not even getting up from the fountain's stone ledge.
He simply sat there, enduring the graffiti mysterious' attack with his soul and flesh, one hundred percent.
For this reason, Jeming could more clearly perceive the nature of that power.
He was somewhat surprised as he looked at his arm, silently experiencing this power.
Unlike conventional elemental strikes, this power was something more subtle.
It was as if it was modifying the "settings" of his arm.
