S-Class versus A-Class really was an all-around upgrade. Pretty hard to kill, too.
Wang Jixuan looked up at the meteor hurtling in from the horizon, as well as... the humanoid rocket charging straight toward it.
The expression behind his visor was somewhat "numb."
Black Grandpa, Fu Jian?
Heh, the Commander-in-Chief really knew how to have fun.
Daoist Wang pursed his lips. He did not dwell on such details, instead locking his spiritual awareness onto the ground below and plunging into the Yellow Sand Array.
With a thought, the array rose. With another, it fell.
The spiritual power sustaining the Yellow Sand Array was already nearing collapse, and Wang Jixuan brought the great array's rotation to a halt.
He controlled the X Armor as it landed steadily before Mo Feng's now-unrecognizable corpse. His hands rapidly formed seals, and several talismans flew from his waist pouch on their own, surrounding the body.
An S-Class Psionicist's soul was bound to be powerful. A centipede did not die immediately even after being crushed; he could not give her a chance to possess someone else and be reborn.
Wang Jixuan silently recited in his heart:
The eight directions move, the six gods return to their origin; vile demons disperse, and the Dao follows its course! Swift as the Law Commands!
A ripple spread outward, and a fragmented phantom emerged. It could barely be recognized as Mo Feng.
Her soul was not all that strong?
The True Fire Talismans flared simultaneously. Three clusters of flame intertwined, and Mo Feng's soul melted away like solid ice, streams of pure spiritual energy dispersing in all directions.
Wang Jixuan wanted to absorb that spiritual energy...
Forget it. It made him physically sick.
Daoist Wang feared that this demoness would taint the purity of his Dao body.
A short while