The next second, Wang Jing abruptly flicked her wrist.
The black bead in her hand instantly transformed into a black afterimage. Like a bullet fired from a gun, it shot toward Han Bing's back with a sharp whistle as it tore through the air.
At almost the exact moment Wang Jing struck, Han Bing also hurled the cube in his hand forcefully behind him.
At the same time, he pushed off with his feet, accelerated once more, and sprinted toward the chaotic stone forest.
The two activated spirit artifacts crossed paths in midair, carving out two differently colored trails as they attacked their respective targets.
When Wang Jing saw the cube flying toward her, she instinctively tried to dodge to the side.
But before she could move, the grayish-brown cube exploded in front of her with a bang.
Contrary to Wang Jing's expectations, the explosion was extremely weak, comparable to a balloon popping. It did not even manage to stir the hem of her clothes.
Yet her expression instantly turned solemn.
After the explosion, countless tiny metal fragments floated in midair, flashing with a cold gleam.
The free spiritual energy in the surrounding air, as if drawn by an invisible force, crazily converged toward the metal fragments and was completely absorbed by them.
After absorbing the spiritual energy, the fragments began rapidly liquefying, turning into clumps of silvery liquid metal.
Then they rapidly expanded and took shape.
In the brief span of two breaths, a nearly two-meter-tall metal man appeared before Wang Jing.
The metal man had no facial features. Its entire body was made of silver metal, and it had a burly build.
It radiated a cold metallic sheen and looked as if it were brimming with power.
"So it's an 'Entangling Metal Man.'" Wang Jing instantly recalled a