Just as Wu Changkong shielded himself, an invisible ripple struck his mind, plunging him into a brief daze. Nan Fusheng, who had somehow transferred himself into the Frost Mist, had made his move.
Clang— Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon Claw tore into the sword threads, instantly shattering a large swath of them. Although this claw strike crushed the ice threads before him, he himself suffered a considerable shock and took a step back.
That single step had already affected his offensive momentum.
Nan Fusheng's control activated at the most crucial moment, but no one had expected Wu Changkong to defend. His defense had been perfectly timed.
Wu Changkong's eyes shone brightly. Frost Mist rose around him once more. Even with his cultivation suppressed to Two Rings, he was still far stronger than the others at Two Rings, because his Two Rings had been compressed, not to mention the gap in their application of Soul Power.
Even if Nan Fusheng managed to control him, it would only last two or three seconds at most. After all, his Spiritual Power had not been suppressed; only his senses had been limited.
Frost Mark protecting him for two or three seconds was enough. The Skyfrost Sword sprang up again, this time pointing straight at Nan Fusheng.
Since you dared to teleport in here, I'll deal with you first! That was Wu Changkong's thought.
Among the five of them, Nan Fusheng was undoubtedly the most troublesome. His intermittent control ability could always catch Wu Changkong at a critical moment.
Once he was controlled, what followed would inevitably be Tang Wulin and the others' storm of attacks. After Nan Fusheng gained a Space Ability at Two Rings, he became even more troublesome.
He could practically shift through space without interruption, making Nan Fusheng as slippery as a