Over at the Netherworld Hall, once the Luck Array had taken shape and begun drawing power like mad...
White Cloud Continent.
Fang Che ran the Star Suppression Art with all his might, yet he still drifted into distraction—and this time, he was distracted for a full quarter of an hour!
Only now did he realize that his distraction had not been caused by being drained. It was because the drawing over there had triggered every spirit in his Divine Sense Space to erupt simultaneously.
Because... Chief Fang seemed to have far too many Divine Spirits, and every one of them was high-grade enough. When they all erupted at once, Fang Che's mental power had been spread so thin that he no longer had enough to spare...
But how could Sun Wutian know that?
He guarded Fang Che with all his spiritual energy, raising it to its peak. Seeing no sign that anything had been drawn away...
He could not help frowning.
If nothing had been drawn away, then why had Fang Che become distracted? That made no sense...
Shouldn't he only have become distracted if his mental power had been drawn away? If it had been drawn away, why was there no loss? This...
Old Devil was worried and anxious. Was he all right? He should be all right, shouldn't he?
So he brought out the Hate Heaven Saber, merged himself with the saber, focused all his attention, and pushed his cultivation to its limit. Beside Fang Che, saber radiance hissed as though it were about to tear heaven and earth apart.
Inside Fang Che's Divine Sense Space.
The Indestructible Divine Soul Bell hung directly overhead, glittering with golden light. Wishful Metal clanged against it, constantly shooting out violet-gold light that illuminated the mountains and rivers and caused purple qi