A powerful body could provide the mind with abundant energy, gradually developing the spirit. Though it could not yet materialize into mana, it had already gained the ability to influence an enemy's thoughts and spirit. For example, a single glance could scare a slightly weak-willed enemy witless. This was called "spirit strike."
Fang Xuan's sinews and bones were powerful, his aura robust, and his foundation profound. He used his fist technique to mobilize his spirit, concentrating soul and spirit as one before erupting from a single point. His force was fierce and pure yang, and the Heavenly Devil naturally shattered.
"Heehee, Fang Xuan, you can't kill me! Hehehe, I have no form or substance. No matter how you try, you can't kill me. I'll never die! You're so powerful—your flesh must be delicious. Once I eat you, I can transform into a Demon King... Hahaha."
The Heavenly Devil that had just been shattered condensed once more. A sharp treasured saber appeared in its hand, its blade covered in vicious serrations as it swung down at Fang Xuan's head.
Fang Xuan snorted coldly and paid no heed to the saber's sharp gleam. It was all an illusion. If he dodged because of its illusory sharpness, he would be falling straight into the Heavenly Devil's scheme to beguile the heart.
He threw a punch, accompanied by scorching heat like a blazing sun. The Heavenly Devil screamed as its body was shattered once again.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~
This time, it did not reform. Instead, it transformed into countless "Sword Rains," sword-like droplets mixed with sharp metallic qi descending from the heavens, seeking to pierce Fang Xuan full of holes.
"An illusion is an illusion. It can never become real. Wrath of the Wind God."
A massive azure figure appeared behind him. A violent