Gu Feng's expression changed. He drew a deep breath, spat out a mouthful of turbid air, and raised both hands level. Spiritual energy flared all over him. Above his left hand, he held up a white ball of light condensed from cold air; on his right, the flames leapt and transformed into the shape of a one-horned monster.
"Break!"
He thrust both hands out at once. The cold light ball and the flame monster charged toward the yin soul, yet before he could even catch his breath, a sudden golden glare blazed. Gu Feng looked up in horror and saw an enormous Gold Brick, several zhang in both length and width, smashing down at him like Mount Tai Pressing Down.
It was already too late to dodge!
Unless one knew the art of teleportation—but a mere Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator naturally could not possess such a heaven-defying divine ability. Still, Gu Feng's experience in combat was extremely rich. In the face of danger, he did not panic. He slapped his Storage Bag, and a spiritual artifact in the shape of a Brocade Handkerchief was sacrificed into the air.
It spun swiftly above his head, radiating a layer of yellow light.
Riiip...
The Gold Brick pressed down, and the moment it touched the yellow light, its downward momentum immediately slowed, yet it still continued to sink inch by inch.
The Brocade Handkerchief's glow quickly dimmed. Gu Feng's face turned ugly as he cast a spell seal, but he still could not reverse the decline...
Left with no choice, he blurred and flew out as a beam of escaping light. Without the support of his magic power, the Brocade Handkerchief let out a mournful cry and actually split into pieces. The yellow light barrier vanished, and the Gold Brick crashed down with