The bullets kept on coming. Even after it should have ended by now, the bullets kept on getting fired.

'Damn those Invokers,' Ning thought. Between the loud noises and the bright sparks from the bullets hitting the metal, and the smoke coming off from the guns of the terrorists, he could barely figure out what was happening to the prince.

After all, the prince's safety was Ning's number 1 concern at the moment.

The bullets stopped coming, and there was a moment of silence. Ning knew this was the moment and immediately threw the mess of a bench directly at the few Aether Grandmasters that were standing around.

The magisters were too close to the prince for him to try hitting them. The metal accurately landed on 4 of the 6 grandmasters and incapacitated them.

"What? He's not dead?

" the terrorists looked at him surprised.

Ning looked at them dead in the eyes. The fear he was feeling in his head was already lowered by a lot when he had realized just how weak an Aether King was against him.

The prince turned around after the noises had disappeared and were surprised to see Ning still alive. He wanted to say something, but he kept it to himself for the moment.

"This one is strong. Move with me,

" the boss said.

"What do we do, boss?

" the two magisters asked.

"Tear him up, limb from limb,

" the boss said. The two magisters nodded and got to work. 1 of the other 2 grandmasters also got ready.

Suddenly, Ning felt a force tug on his body like he had never before. The people in front of him were trying to control his body.

Ning felt a force on his head and a stronger force on his torso. A force on his arms and legs as well. In all the 6 distinct parts of his body, he felt something tugging at it.

"Shit!

" he thought and suddenly, the forces changed direction. The right arm was stretched to the right, the right leg was stretched to the right.

The left arm and left leg were also stretched to the left. His head was being pulled upward, while his torso was being held still so that the other parts could be torn off more easily.

When the terrorists had said they were going to tear him limb from limb, he hadn't expected it to be in such a… horrible way.

Ning lamented about not having a tough body as he felt it be really ripped apart. He immediately used his telekinesis on himself to try and stop his body from being torn.

However, he soon came to realize that he couldn't use telekinesis on himself at all.

Since Telekinesis as a skill used his body as a point of reference on whether to use actual Energy or mental energy. Thus, he was unfortunately not able to use telekinesis on himself at all.

Whoever had created the skill had after all found it pretty useless to have to move their own body with their mind, when it was already how it worked in the first place.

Ning realized too late, however, and now he was struggling.

He could fly, teleport, or even just use telekinesis on his attackers to get away from this situation. However, doing so didn't feel right to Ning.

In the first place, he didn't want to expose that he was more than just an Aether arts user.

Secondly, an Aether King was just a step above the halfway point in the journey of an Aether Arts user. If he was already struggling against an Aether King, he wouldn't be able to fight the others at all.

"I can't keep relying on the system for everything. I need to learn how to escape from all of this on my own,

" Ning thought.

He tried thinking of ways to get out of what was happening right now. His body was very sturdy, so it would take a bit more for the terrorists to tear him apart.

This gave him just enough time to think. Just then, Ning remembered something.

"Hmm, let's give it a try,

" he thought. He had never done what he was going to do, but… it was not a bad time to try.

Even as his head was being pulled out, he took a deep breath and concentrated.

'Imagine,' he said to himself. 'Imagine the feeling of power coursing through your body. Imagine the strong body you once had, the indestructible body you had as a body cultivator.'

'Imagine it as you once more,' he thought to himself.

Just then, something brilliant happened. All the Aether that was gathered in Ning's body started burning immediately. Large quantities of Aether left his sea of Aether and started spreading around his body.

Some attached to his bones, some attacked to his ligaments, some attached to his bones, some attached to his organs.

All of the Aether he was unconsciously using up was being sent to each and every corner of the body. Then, they reacted.

Suddenly, every single piece of cell that had even the slightest hint of his Aether attached to it suddenly got firm and strong.

Ning opened his eyes and pulled his hands back. One of the magisters suddenly dropped onto the ground and started vomiting.

Ning then moved his legs as well, and the other Magister fell to the ground and started vomiting.

They were both screaming in pain for some reason. The grandmaster saw all this and immediately stopped using Aether. He didn't want to go through what the two magisters were feeling at the moment.

Ning felt his head lighten up after the grandmaster stopped. Now, only his torso was being controlled.

Ning smiled. Now that his limbs were free, he could do things of his own. He suddenly raised his hands forward and grabbed the leader using his telekinesis.

The leader suddenly stopped controlling Ning's torse and Ning fell onto the ground. But he didn't let go of the leader.

It was time to give him a taste of his own medicine.