Hao Ren admitted that he had indeed underestimated the Wraith—not its combat strength, but how bizarre this kind of thing could be.
He discovered that the enemy could not be measured by common sense at all. It was fundamentally unlike any creature he had ever fought before!
By now, Hao Ren did not dare claim to be battle-hardened, but he at least considered himself experienced in quite a few vicious fights. He had seen all kinds of bizarre races on all sorts of strange battlefields: the elves' magic, the demons' fel energy, human technology, and even the goblins' "art"—but he had never encountered a creature that was practically a natural phenomenon!
Boundless white mist spread in from all directions at once. The air filled with a pungent smell of burnt matter, while countless sparks crackled in the distance and converged into bolts of lightning that struck the empty ground around them. Howling winds swept icy snow through the area. Hao Ren realized that his group was gradually being surrounded by a massive tornado!
He raised the Examiner's service pistol and fired several times. The psionic rays did destroy part of the white mist, and large patches of tiny blue crystals fell from it as the gunshots rang out. But that little bit of destructive power was utterly insignificant compared with the entire environment around them.
One blurry, bizarre shadow after another emerged from the thick fog. They let out shrill whistles as they flew around the group, and every so often one or two phantoms pounced at them. Flames roared along Becky's sword as she cleaved a phantom apart, only to watch helplessly as the scattered light and shadows re-formed into a new entity nearby. "This is a Wraith?!"
"This is still a 'phenomenon' caused by the Wraith!" Nangong Sanba