An immortal Evil Spirit—how was that possible!?
He hurriedly condensed a new blade of qi and slashed at the Evil Spirit, but this time, instead of a clash between barrier and blade, the Evil Spirit directly transformed his strike into a gentle breeze brushing across its face.
It was precisely the technique he had used before.
"Is this... how it works?"
The headless Evil Spirit spoke, its voice coming from its bare neck—where a mouth was taking shape.
A fierce warning shrieked within Kaiyang Envoy's heart. Both reason and instinct were urging him to flee at once! But it was clearly too late. Luo Yunzheng took one step back and felt his back strike an invisible wall. At the same time, a deep rumble came from overhead—the sound of something heavy falling.
The exact same move.
He was already trapped within this tiny patch of ground. In only a few breaths, the descending mass would crush him into pulp. Though the Evil Spirit also appeared to be inside the "prison," he now understood that this was by no means a move of mutual destruction. He would be the only one to die.
The irony was that he could not imitate its method of countering it—whether condensing a pillar or assimilating the invisible walls required time and qi to execute. Formless Reality and Illusion was merely an Immortal Art in his hands, but in this Evil Spirit's hands, it seemed to have become a divine brush capable of creating anything. Whatever it envisioned could take shape in an instant.
Luo Yunzheng suddenly thought of that Green-faced Ghost.
At the instant he had gripped her throat, what had she been thinking?
When facing a powerful foe, any retreat would send one plunging into an abyss of eternal damnation.
Fighting to the death,