The fine threads were like a drizzle of ox-hair rain, piercing through the air before the strange man. As they crisscrossed, they turned into a great black net, so dense it seemed he meant to use it to block the attack of the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire.
"Idiot!"
Lin Xuan's lips parted slightly, his rebuke carrying a hint of mockery. Then the Five-Colored Glaze flames came smashing down viciously.
Hiss...
As if something had been scorched, a burnt stench spread out. The instant the fireball touched the giant net, it actually broke through like splitting bamboo.
That was right—like splitting bamboo!
As the saying went, brine curdles tofu; one thing subdues another. Those black threads were extremely tough, even able to block the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword. Needless to say, they naturally had their own extraordinary qualities.
Originally, that strange man had also been fully confident in their defensive power. He did not believe a mere fire-type Supernatural Power could break through them.
Once he stabilized his footing, he had already thought through how he would counterattack next.
Yet man proposes, Heaven disposes. The strange man had never dreamed that the spell he relied on as his right arm would, upon meeting the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire, be as if it had encountered its natural bane.
Now, never mind counterattacking—whether he could survive what was in front of him had become a problem.
Unfortunately, because he had been far too confident, he had not prepared any backup plan. In his panic, he could only wave a hand.
Puff...
A muffled sound entered the ear. It was the Poison Scorpion Dharma Image in front of him making intimate contact with the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire.
Then shrill squeaking rang out in a clamor. The poison scorpion's whole body caught fire, and