"Success!" Li said delightedly. "This method works!"
As expected of Luo Qingqing, Xia Fan finally let out a breath of relief as well. When dealing with a Chaos thing like an Evil Spirit, which relied entirely on qi to move, being able to clearly see the flow of qi naturally gave one an advantage. If he had known King Yong would interfere in the battle against Seven Stars, he would have brought her along no matter what.
That made Xia Fan even more concerned about that omen.
Clearly, it had not been foreseen by Fang Xiandao—before setting out, Xia Fan had asked for his opinion, only for Fang Xiandao to tell him that any divination involving Xia Fan could not be accurately revealed. Yet from Luo Qingqing's attitude, it seemed as though she had known all along that he would face danger.
Fortunately, he would soon know the answer.
A Dragon Scale swept through again, leaving a wound in the Evil Spirit's chest deep enough to reveal bone. Against an ordinary Fangshi, that blow would have been fatal. But to the Evil Spirit, it merely made its body pause for a moment before it abruptly retreated two steps, widening the distance between itself and Luo Qingqing—its first voluntary retreat since the battle began.
Faced with the pressing Flying Swords and dragon breath, the Evil Spirit had been completely forced onto the defensive, no longer displaying its earlier ferocity.
It stared at Luo Qingqing. Though its face appeared expressionless, Luo Qingqing sensed the familiar hatred and loathing within it, just as she had aboard the Silver Star Tree Boat.
Was it blaming her for ruining its plans?
An Evil Spirit should not have possessed emotions so complex. Its hatred ought to have been directed at living beings, not at her alone.